Sunday, December 27, 2020

Hesse In Full Effect...

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.” 
― Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

Saturday, November 07, 2020

Alternate Histories...

“In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood...

For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind.”

“Others will follow, and surely find their way home. Man's search will not be denied. But these men were the first, and they will remain the foremost in our hearts."
 

Saturday, October 10, 2020

ideadump2

If Superman was there to protect the planet but human flesh gave him his powers instead.of our sun.

Wednesday, October 07, 2020

this will replace THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID...

SPACE ALIENS is my new answer to every question from now on.

From NOW ON.

This makes no sense and is not funny. 

Typing my Fat Free Milk posts via phone is seeming to be a bad idea.

idea dump1

Karate V Kung Fu
A son or daughter?
Or name? 
Two sisters?
Kara Tay and Kimfu?
Ugh. Dumb.

Saturday, October 03, 2020

Hi.

Just saw an old buddy of 20 years. I was passing out new business cards with my name and Don Knotts' face on it  tonight at my friend's bar and he's celebrating his wedding with family. 

But......DON KNOTTS.

On my business card.

DON KNOTTS.


Thursday, September 24, 2020

Tuesday, April 14, 2020

🤔

I will always be here for you 

Here

Kevynn

Kevin

Fat Free Milk

BLOG PYRA LABS 

I am so close again.

Hollow-boned, fire ferocioussssityelykinesisnesly-like
and 

hello 

I am a

Peter Pan Dummy Person

I started Fat Free Milk in 2002

I think we need to talk

Because soooo much BLAHHH BLARGHGY FOOEY

connections are key
Prisms skylines endgames epochs
Covid crow murder mystery mayhem some more, please?

I can't. Explain. How fucking sad it's been since Yapples Bedappled and I lost you to car salesmen love. Your fake help
Your fake bad hip of the mind
Nobody has room for you on their
Yak YAK YAK







Tuesday, January 07, 2020

Space Kiddies

Yay!!! I created a thing! YAY! MEOW? Just watch the damn thing. Spacekiddies.com