Author: A metaphysical entity (Page 1 of 36)

Weekly state: rematerialised.

July 13, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

Did you get all of the messages I almost sent you?

While technology involuntarily closed down my shop, I was whimpering and wallowing throughout. I wished to be close again, to be one, all connected with you. Yet I strayed.

I was wondering what my big wish was at the time of being isolated, without a channel in which to utter weird wisdom to. What’s your biggest wish?

There’s no need to confess anything, don’t worry. Your desires are safe and sound in the confines of your mind. They only come out when it is dark and you are trying to slumber.

I oftentimes wish for things, larger and smaller. Things I can’t change and things I can. I wish for people to be different only to find out that indeed, some just won’t change. I wish for egoistic things, I wish to become a philanthropist. I wish for this weekly state to make sense, does it?

While dear old Papa was somewhere lost in between the lines of code, even less physical than the usual metaphysical form, I was listening to you. I tried, truly. But from a distance all I can do is lip-read. What does a stiff upper lip mean? I see you all hanging on despite wishing for change. Respect.

What’s my final wish for this week, the end of it, the Sunday, the moment you read my words right now? I wish for just a moment that you and me can be wishless. Just for a moment, free of being pulled.

The ultimate weapon to longing, to desire. A state of nothingness, close to the empty space of Nirvana. And if you feel like it, just think about one thing you are grateful for.

I am grateful to be back, in my stall. Rematerialised and in this second, without another wish.

Om.

Invitation.

July 10, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

Alone I stand, covered in BBQ sauce, eating a pickle.

The guests at the party are of distinguished nature, some would even say the are academics and intelligentsia of some sorts. The people that can name the composer of a piece of classical music and accurately pronounce ingredients in various Western European languages. The sort in whose vocabulary the word toilet does not exist.

Yet I am here, all raggedy among them. Nobody noticed yet that I don’t hold my wineglass at the stem but fully fondle its voluptuous shape. For I am drinking faster than my hands can bring it to room temperature. Alongside the ramblings about Kants categorical imperative, I am invisible.

I stray like a cat, light on my feet, with squinting eyes, trying to make sense of it all. Who has lead me into this treacherous place, the world of competing egos and phrases that are uttered, neither understood by the author nor by the recipient? I mumble along, I am nothing but a pantomime in their play. Watch me grab my invisible rope as I swing from group to group! I am Tarzan and my glass of vino is Jane.

I found my way to the catering, a table of delicacies whose names I have never read before. Pigs in a blanket sounds fun, so I grab the piglets from the silver tray. The intelligentsia doesn’t eat, it nibbles. Thought is the real food, wine the appetiser, main course and dessert.

My piglets are mad, they pay me back by separating them from their herd on the silver plate by spraying sauce from their doughy blanket. Fair enough, I think to myself as I let them run free. Shoo, back to your comrades, go and be cosy!

What’s left is the pickle on the skewer. Sharp aromas of vinegar battle the acidity of fermented grapes. Another firework in my oral cavity.

Despite the abundance, find myself wondering. Why am I here? Who are these people?

Kant whispers into my ear: Sapere aude!

That’s right Immanuel, this is actually the wrong house!

Weekly state: 404.

July 6, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

A digital barrier to my food stall, sabotage?

While all good forces are employed to fix the alley to my delicious dishes, I am patiently roaming the sky.

I am in between worlds, somewhere at 30,000 feet. Big metal tubes full of people are passing me by.

Glorious moment since writing these few lines in utter despair to be separated from you, my dear reader. Further, I was disconnected from my food stall, the things that gives reason to so many outbursts and in the end, gives reason to my existence.

But don’t you worry. I am working on the analog menu, something to behold. For you, to hold in your hand. Fondly, hopefully, to remember our time together.

I missed you.

Weekly state: broke.

June 29, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

You got a minute?

This is not a threat. Although what follows after this question usually does not entail the best of news. While I chew on some thoughts I am once again pondering my favorite concept – time.

The Bretton-Woods system that truly is the gold standard, the currency that is the only constant. Hardly ever inflated. Don’t trust the capitalists and the propaganda of accumulating paper with numbers on it.

True currency is time. While I have the luxury of not participating in this system as a metaphysical observer, I nonetheless cannot escape the concept. I am not moving within time, I am still ruled by it. And these weeks, I am also paying.

All the good things in life only get better with time. Cheese gets older, deeper in flavour. People become mature, experienced and ideally wiser (if you are lucky). I guess this is the gift of reflection.

What would happen if we could skip the line, just like we do in the capitalist world? What if we could pay instantly to become moldy? To become mature? To be as ripe as a good cheddar, spitting knowledge left and right? A sad world, no ups and downs, tragedy and happiness, obliterated. Boring, cheap.

Romance and passion, blown to dust. No anticipation, no waiting for the resolution of a frustrating situation. Becoming friends with your suffering can be relieving, fulfilment of your wishes in the darkest hour, godly.

These weeks, I am paying. Not to skip the line, but to get that sweet experience, the resolution, perhaps even wisdom. I pay with time, I can feel it. What I am investing in, I don’t even know yet. But surely enough, I’ve been spending time, pondering, wondering how and why. It’s been a while.

So, got a minute for me?

Pen.

June 26, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

Many great people have been blessed by the beloved free-flowing nature of her ancestors. Always a servant, never to complain. In the shadow, most of time time. Present, when needed.

Peace treaties were signed, love letters from the great romantics were written and sent all over the globe to engrave them into the annals of humanity. Death and destruction followed after her ancestors were used, the servant also functions in the wrong hands. Such is life at high courts.

And yet, she longs for her own history, one that she can never tell about. Only to keep in her heart, the refillable chamber of liquid memories to be made. Pressure is immense but mankind has taken to digital solutions. Time has passed by her profession, her reason of being. Vanished.

She is beautiful. A perfect black gloss covers her, golden in the few places. To show her heritage, her lineage and the proud nature of her being. Not tacky, dignified and luxurious. Her finish is soft to touch, warm and heavy. She displays longevity in the face of accelerating development and change. All part are perfectly aligned, fitting to the last inch. Not a single wiggle, no room for mistakes. She is ready for history. A queen ready to meet her destiny.

And so I humbly take another sheet of paper, as heavy as I can afford, place it onto the writing pad. I look at the queen and feel her heaviness in my palm. I won’t make history today, no matter how hard I will try. Yet she serves, as so many of her lineage before. Humble, yet dignified.

„My dear friend, this letter…“