http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/ en Sun, 12 Feb 2012 16:27:48 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.toequest.com/forum/images/styles/TotallyPro/misc/rss.jpg http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/ http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/47-the-thinker.html Mon, 05 Jun 2006 08:03:35 GMT After such a long time with absence of artistic inspiration, I've written a new song. This one expresses preciselly the absence of inspiration. I hope it gives the sensation of being-in-a-cage that I intended, and that it makes everyone think about the origin of this dissapearanca of time (it is the conquest of space, by all means), of progress (note Fukuyama's theory of the end of history and Baudrillard's theory of the illusion of the end). It's a shame you have to read it, for the music I've given (in my mind) to it makes it all easier.
I want to dedicate this song to Nietzsche for being a big inspiration in it and in all my creations. To the night, on which I must be in order to compose. To the world, for existing and giving me a reason to exist (neglecting it). To the sky, for not hiding the fact that it's nature is to hide, and teaching me how to stop hiding my way of being a secret. And to my love, in general, and in person.

Tired and Bored:


Our lives are so boring,
And the world is so tiring,
We don’t know were we’re going,
Cause the desert is growing,
At all times, at all times.

I’m tired & bored,
You’re tired & bored,
& he’s tired & bored,
& she’s tired & bored.

All this silence is nothing,
And events are recycling,
There’s no point now in fighting,
Cause the world isn’t exciting,
At any time, at any time.

We’re tired & bored,
All tired & bored,
And tired & bored,
Oh tired & bored.

Everything can’t stop changing,
There’s no sense and no meaning,
Lost in direction we’re shaping,
The future way of living,
In no time, in no time.

I’m tired & bored,
You’re tired & bored,
& he’s tired & bored,
& she’s tired & bored.

We’re tired & bored,
All tired & bored,
And tired & bored,
Oh tired & bored. ]]> Guille http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/47-the-thinker.html http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/42-the-thinker.html Sun, 23 Apr 2006 11:03:50 GMT The power of power resides not in the fact that it can control, determine and un-freedomize actions and thoughts, but that it can do that with hopes and fears. Our abilities are reduced by our limitations, and this is what makes us human beings: that our acts will never exceed our hopes, and our... The power of power resides not in the fact that it can control, determine and un-freedomize actions and thoughts, but that it can do that with hopes and fears. Our abilities are reduced by our limitations, and this is what makes us human beings: that our acts will never exceed our hopes, and our thoughts will never overcome our fears. We must look forward into the future, forgeting hopes and fears, and centering on the process of life. ]]> Guille http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/42-the-thinker.html http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/31-the-thinker.html Sat, 25 Feb 2006 00:50:15 GMT These are four paragraphs I wrote an afternoon, without the need of reflection: they appeared in front of my mind as these words are appearing on the screen from the moment my fingers press the letters. The 'fingers' in my mind are the experiences. There is no connection between them, not even in area, but they all are interesting observations. I hope they make the reader think, on life and nature, but, most importantly, on his life and his nature. To create the feeling of identification is the ultimate goal of this entry.

1. What I write is different to what I say. What I say is different to how I think. How I think is different to what I do. What I do is different to how I am. And this self-difference makes me be in the deepest of darkness: all that I am NOT is what I am, and so I vanish in nothingness, reversing in time and deconstructing my structure, in a fatal strategy.

2. Revolutions are like polar bears: they make a lot of noise, show totally how they are, use all their power. But they leave out what was there at the start, just that in a new form. In the case of revolutions, a new bureaucracy; in the case of bears, a dead body for the foxes. The businessmen are the foxes.

3. Embarrassment is what I feel when I realize the angst produced in me by the unhappiness I receive when I find that nothing shows me better than my fears.

4. In your fight against others, show your front. In your fight against the world, show your back. In your fight against yourself: step on your knowledge, then step on your believes, then step on your essence, and if nothing works, take your shoe off and throw it at your reflection on the mirror (the world). ]]> Guille http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/31-the-thinker.html http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/29-the-thinker.html Sat, 14 Jan 2006 18:28:02 GMT Here I give a selection of my favourite parts of songs by Pink Floyd.

This I dedicate to my school teachers, and anyone who thinks schools are good educational institutions:
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

This part I love, it makes one think about feelings and actions:

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and chose your own ground
For long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will never be

This one is extremely sad when it is sang by them, and the lyrics are just unique, and valuable to anyone’s life:

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to match the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation in the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

This is a feeling we’ve all had. Injustices of life:

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

That’s it, I hope anyone who reads them gets the incredible feelings I get. ]]> Guille http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/29-the-thinker.html http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/27-the-thinker.html Tue, 27 Dec 2005 18:12:26 GMT Into what philosophy means to me, I quote the Irish writer Oscar Wilde, who, in his letter De Profundis, coincided his feelings to nature with mine to philosophy: “Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just... Into what philosophy means to me, I quote the Irish writer Oscar Wilde, who, in his letter De Profundis, coincided his feelings to nature with mine to philosophy: “Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may sweep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: She will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.” ]]> Guille http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/27-the-thinker.html http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/26-the-thinker.html Fri, 23 Dec 2005 15:09:37 GMT It was 1:30 am in the night, I was the only one awake in the whole of my house. In front of my computer screen, which was the only light (apart from that characteristical light that my eyes give, as if they were two wooden disks floating in a white sea). Listening to that great music from the 60s... It was 1:30 am in the night, I was the only one awake in the whole of my house. In front of my computer screen, which was the only light (apart from that characteristical light that my eyes give, as if they were two wooden disks floating in a white sea). Listening to that great music from the 60s and 70s, specially Pink Floyd, which is my favourite group of the time. I was reading the book that the german philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche "Beyond Good and Evil". He was a real figure, a personality, hated wemen and anything related to them (but he was heterosexual), and probably was the first infuential contemporary philosopher. I got inspired by the book, and wrote this song. Everyone can read it, that is what I want, so you realize that things change in times of trouble, and to see how retarded this world is. Thank you very much for reading this.

Our life so full of interludes,
Realize you’re in the eludes,
Don’t have time for moral apothegms,
Go Run away, write these poems.

When you’re in trouble, like in a bubble,
Always place yourself, as I place myself:

Beyond the people,
And beyond the countries,
Beyond good and evil,
Beyond the punish.

Beyond Good and Evil,
Beyond Good and Evil,
Beyond Good and Evil.

And you think you are a free spirit,
But you ask yourself if it’s ethic;
What to do, what are your virtues,
What is noble? In religious mood.

When you’re not in trouble, like in a bubble,
Always plan yourself, as I plan myself:

Beyond the people,
And beyond the countries,
Beyond good and evil,
Beyond the punish.

Beyond Good and Evil, in trouble
Beyond Good and Evil, in punish
Beyond Good and Evil, unreal.

Tell to yourself:

I’ll have to break the morals,
Of those prejudiced scholars,
To follow the truth of my will,
And leave this world so unreal.

When you’re in trouble, like in a bubble,
Always place yourself, as I place myself:

Beyond the people,
And beyond the countries,
Beyond good and evil,
Beyond the punish.

Beyond Good and Evil,
Beyond Good and Evil,
Beyond Good and Evil.

You live as if nothing happen,
And when it’s hard, your door is open,
To wisdom giving people that,
Only bring you love, so sad.

When you’re not in trouble, like in a bubble,
Always plan yourself, as I plan myself:

Beyond the people,
And beyond the countries,
Beyond good and evil,
Beyond the punish.

Beyond Good and Evil, in trouble
Beyond Good and Evil, in punish
Beyond Good and Evil, unreal.

Tell to yourself:

Beyond the people, in trouble
And beyond the countries, in punish
Beyond good and evil, unreal.

Beyond Good and Evil,
Beyond Good and Evil,
Beyond Good and Evil,
Beyond Good and Evil,
Beyond Good and Evil. ]]> Guille http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/26-the-thinker.html http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/21-the-thinker.html Sun, 20 Nov 2005 12:09:05 GMT The contemporary ages, usually stated to have started with the French revolution, I believe finished in 1998, when the first mayor Widows version was made world wide. Since then, we are in the informatics-robotics era. Robots will be more intelligent than humans soon, very soon. But before creating... The contemporary ages, usually stated to have started with the French revolution, I believe finished in 1998, when the first mayor Widows version was made world wide. Since then, we are in the informatics-robotics era. Robots will be more intelligent than humans soon, very soon. But before creating the new times, I want to state what the contemporary times where. It is not contemporary anymore, for up to what I know nobody lives still from the France of the revolution and of Napoleon. It may be defined as the time in which the mayor parts of humanity became the other mayor parts of humanity. The time in which the mayor parts of humanity disappeared. The time in which the mayor parts of humanity where all of the other part of humanity but themselves. The time in which the mayor parts of humanity where nothing. The time in which the mayor parts of humanity where everything. And the time in which the mayor parts of humanity were everything else in order to end up being what they really are. I state all this in the following list. The names mean what they are now. The  sings mean that “became” or “was”. It’s paradoxical that all of the sequences are true and yet contradictory. But, as the mathematician Blaise Pascal once said, “Contradiction is not a sing of falsity, nor the lack of contradiction a sing of truth”. I do recommend those interested in what each sequence means to first have a clear view of what each of the four things really IS, independently of time. I also recommend thinking about each sequence, until one can see its truth, before going onto another one or neglecting it. I would appreciate any comment of any kind.


SCIENCESPORTARTSCIENCE. NO PHILOSOPHY.

SCEINCEARTSPORTSCIENCE. NO PHILOSOPHY.

SPORTPHILOSOPHYSCIENCESPORT. NO ART.

SPORTSCIENCEPHILOSOPHYSPORT. NO ART.

PHILOSOPHYARTSCIENCEPHILOSOPHY. NO SPORT.

PHILOSOPHYSCIENCEARTPHILOSOPHY. NO SPORT.

ARTPHILOSOPHYSPORTART. NO SCIENCE.

ARTSPORTPHILOSOPHYART. NO SCIENCE. ]]> Guille http://www.toequest.com/forum/blogs/guille/21-the-thinker.html