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SvemirPutnik
G l u p o s t
29. Avgust 2019. 17:35 napisao/la SvemirPutnik
Neki dan, čuo sam već, toliko otrcanu misao
Da se čovjek na nju kao, i na sličnu nasmije
O gluposti; iako ima jasnu i potpunu smisao
Shvati li šalu, ima li pravo da se o njoj smije?

Od svih zloća, gluposti su neprijatelj opasniji
Reče mi moja prijateljica i ozbiljno me gleda
Zašto se smiješ zar ti taj pojam nije najjasniji
Pošalica jeste ako nekome na prečac izgleda!

Zlo ćemo raskrinkati treba; silom ga spriječiti
No, protiv svakoje gluposti smo, bespomoćni
S njome treba, i više opreza, put će ti priječiti
Istina ju neće razuvjeriti, osjećajni niti moćni!

Ne smiješ pripisivati zloći onome što se može
Odgovarajućim pojmovima glupošću objasniti
Jer se glupi, učenjem citata, tuđih misli množe
Pa ćemo njih kao bića nesamostalna pojasniti!

Onda kako ćeš tumačiti, kada se glupan stvara
Već sam rekla, glupost nije manjak našeg uma
Ljudskost je u pitanju! Prilika čovjeka pretvara
U određenom trenu kad gubi trunčicu razuma!

Osobe u grupi češće jesu glupe razvojem moći
I manipulacije koja glupost drugih ljudi izaziva
Samo svojim oslobađanjem možeš sebi pomoći
Kada se samostalnost, razboritost naša zaziva!

Svemir Putnik
*sun
migraine
29. Avgust 2019. 02:38 napisao/la *sun
Toliko romana sam pročitala o nekakvoj večnoj ljubavi. Ne može baš svaki deo biti izmišljen, možda se nekad nešto slično desilo.

Kao i ona slika 'The Kiss', svi znaju za nju, po položaju tela ovog para se može videti prisnost, ali ne bilo kakva, ona prava, sluti na ljubav prava. Na kraju se ispostavilo da je mornar bio pijan, i samo zgrabio prvu medicinsku sestru. Čuveni 'goodbye war kiss' ostavio je toliko veliki utisak na ljude da su tražili par koji je zapravo na toj slici, nekoliko lažnjaka i bingo. Nađeni su. Što je najfascinantnije, izabranica mornara se vidi u pozadini na toj istoj slici kako se smeška.

Hoću reći, da sam možda pogrešila. Kao i ta prava ljubav mornara sa slike, nije doživela pijani poljubac toliko veličanstven da završi i na front page. Hoću reći, ljubav koja je toliko veličanstvena deluje previše dobro da bi bila istinita kao i ljubav iz romana.

Hoću reći, oči mogu biti zavarane, oči, ljubav ne vide. Ne postoji dovoljno dobar izbor reči koji bi mogao da opiše ljubav jer jezik, ljubav ne izgovara.

Jedino što ostaje jeste istrajanost dvoje ljudi, jer vreme, vidi, čuje i oseća najviše.
Haruno Sakura
The Egg
29. Avgust 2019. 02:37 napisao/la Haruno Sakura
You should read it while listening to the song.



The Egg, written by Andy Weir.

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.
SvemirPutnik
Ani... Budi Ljubav
21. Avgust 2019. 15:53 napisao/la SvemirPutnik u Poezija
Ako u životu ti stalno čvrsta biti želiš
Moraš biti granit, koji se teško lomi
Zadugo ne možeš ostati to što poželiš
I on se često pod nečim jačim slomi!

Ako želiš biti nekakvi osjetljivi cvijet
Kažu, da trebaš, mimoza u reveru biti
Pazit će te uzgajati sav većinski svijet
Uveneš li bezosjećajno će te odbaciti!

Ako želiš, nešto, nekada neobično biti
I pored toga što si izabrala zanimljivo
Brzo ćeš onim koji hoće novo dosaditi
Ponašat će se prema tebi snishodljivo!

Ako od svega želiš najbolje biti nešto
Ljudsko budi, postani sva ljubav nama
Darovat ćeš sebe uvijek davati ponešto
Neće te niti u vječnosti prekriti tama!

Svemir Putnik
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U IME NARODA
ILI ŠTA LI SE TO NEKADA KRALO

Svako od nas, pre ili kasnije, dodje u posed starih dokumenata. Nadje se tu svega. Od priznanica za plaćen porez, ugovra o kupovini stana, čekovne knjižice koja je odavno nevažeća, do hiljadu sitnica i krupnica koje su nekada nekom bile izuzetno važne. Pronadje se bogami ponekad i davno zaboljavne presuda sa početkom U IME NARODA.
I dok sam kopala po takvom blagu koje je čuvano obavezno u kutiji od muške košulje ( verovatno su se tada retko kupovale, a i veličina odgovara) i predstvljalo najvažnija porodična dokumenta, sklanjana uvek na isto mesto da se ne zagube, počinje zanimljiva priča U IME NARODA
Godina zbivanja davna 1982. Pitam se da li uopšte mogu da se setim šta se tih godina kralo. Jer tada se kralo na sitno u samoposluzi, kod uličnih prodavaca, obijali su se parkirani automobili, ali se iz njih uglavnom krao radio aparat. Jer tada je to bilo nešto. U IME NARODA je obavezno navodio marku ukradenog aparata, ako je kojim slučajem dospeo pred lice pravde, i to sa oznakom K ( krivično). Hoću da kažem sve što se protivpravno prisvoji a ima neku vrednost, bila je kradja. Presude su počinjale sa tim U IME NARODA a počinilac je bivao osudjen na ovu ili onu kaznu sve u zavisnosti od vrednosti ukradenog.
I tako dok mi kroz glavu proleću sve te, davnozaboravljene misli, ova hartija U IME NARODA sasvim mi je dan učinila lepšim. Sud je okrivljenog za kradju 4 radioprijemnika iz automobila i dva točka osudio na kaznu zatvora, čini mi se u trajanju od 10. meseci preinačenu u uslovnu kaznu. Ali nije u kazni stvar. Stvar je da je okrivljeni našem stojadinu ladno skinuo dva prednja točka. Da mi to uopšte nismo primetili kada smo sedali u kola žureći i da smo se strašno začudili što auto radi ali neće da ide. Bila je to nekoliko trenutaka čista enigma. A onda iskočivši iz stojadina da shvatimo šta se dešava, dok on ko sat i dalje radi, spazimo da naš ljubimac umesto na točkovima stoji na cepanicama. Tada je to bilo strašno. Zamislite ukraše točkove. Doduše samo prednje. Milicija izlazi na mesto ,, zločina,, pronalazi se krivac. Krivac biva osudjen. I tako to sve padne u zaborav. A znala sam da ću se tom, tada nemilom dogadjaju, jednom slatko smejati.
I uglavnom je uvek tako. Kada se desi nešto što te u momentu izbaci iz cipela, znaj posle dosta godina zaboraviće se nervoza, bes i očaj, a ostaće grohotan smeh za starim vremenom.
Možda je povod koji me je naterao na smeh do suza bio težak, ali sam eto i tu pronašla nešto što je tako lekovito. Uspomene na bezbrizno vreme odrastanja.

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