Author: A metaphysical entity (Page 2 of 33)

Weekly state: deprived.

March 9, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

I don’t know which state I am in or what the time is, all I know is that I must write.

It is never really clear what is missing when you’re forcing yourself. Whenever you THINK you NEED to sleep, sleep will retaliate by blessing everyone but you. Whenever you KNOW that you MUST sleep, both sleep and your body will unite to give you the power of your 16-year old self to pull an all-nighter.

So what am I deprived of? Is it really sleep or is it something else?

It was winter for a while, the lack of sun. Sometimes it is monotony that kills a drive, suffocating noble spirits. Deprivation can slow you down, if you let it.

So here I stand against the odds, sending another obscure message your way. Beloved community of the void that is Papa Shanghai, this is an effort. An attempt to fight all that we think is lacking, without giving it any power, completely ignoring it.

Sleep is a cruel mistress, even worse: a flaky little fairy.

I am not trying to catch you. Peter Pan knew very well that Tinkerbell was sassy. (Go watch the movie again if you don’t trust me). I am getting off track.

I’ll continue, in my mind, trying not to look at what is lacking. It will come, surely…

…. just like Tinkerbell…

… fairy dust and all.

Toe.

March 5, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

Humanity has walked many paths. It might walk down the path of self-destruction as these lines are being written and you, reading this. It might walk the path of ascending to a place where no civilisation has ever been before. We never know. What we do know is this: there is something always ahead of us. It’s part of us but we never acknowledge them. It’s our toes.

When do we feel them? When bumping into furniture. Or when taking socks off to feel the grass / sand / water between them. Pleasure and pain, yet again so close. Every step that we take towards doom, pleasure or, said more normative, the right or wrong way, our toes are in the forefront of everything. So why not give them more importance? We could base society more on these little fleshy things that are hidden most of the time.

For sure, the big toe is a force to be reckon with in this new society. You can already see it, in sandals for example. The big toe is parted by the others. But how do we measure who is to be the ruler, the peak of toe-performance? Toes can be ugly, cute, beautiful, sick…. All of these classifications are in the eye of the spectator. So how do we measure? Well, measure is the right way actually.

Queens and kings, nobility, that is people with long toes. In relation to their feet of course. Bear with me on this one. So, toes are literally at the forefront of us, gaining ground. And people with longer toes in relation to feet size are, of course, able to gain more ground.

I myself am a peasant. It is hard to come to that realisation. So even as the creator of this new order I have fallen to the lowest position in this feudal toe-system. Perhaps it is wise to abolish these standards. Perhaps we should stop doing the same for other body parts. Perhaps, we can strive, as a civilisation, only when we stop comparing. Not just toes.

Weekly state: siding.

March 2, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

The devil flew from the sky, fired by god, and yet the devil became more than an anti-angel, it became an anti-god.

As ancient wisdom is being pre-chewed for fast-food loving generations, I have noticed that in particular Stoicism seems to be en vogue. Maybe it’s because it can be summed up rather fast, at least for the production of a self-help book.

The devil was banned to walk the earth. (Tells you a lot about the earth if you ask me). What did it do? Beg for return and forgiveness? I mean technically there’s wooden boxes for that, they even come with an absolving professional.

It went further, creating another kingdom, one that some even pray to. If the devil would walk the earth among us, he probably would be invited to become a motivational speaker. Anyone gets a stage these days, do not worry about the ethics.

Now, you ask me, have you become a Satanist? Who are you siding with here?

To be honest, in times where anti-heroes become the main character, siding with the one that is now the new anti-hero is right, right? Complicated nonetheless.

I am just siding with myself for the moment, creating my own kingdom. What that looks like? Come have a look, you’re (warmly, even burningly?) invited. Just kidding.

Weekly state: peeking.

February 23, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

I’ve always been interested in the differences and shades that life offers.

How are humans brought up, what makes us seek the things we long for? What constitutes a societally rational longing and what is deemed as deviating? Who are we to judge the manifold intricacies of human nature?

Being inquisitive yet non-judgemental remains the major standard to uphold.

This week I was peeking, into realms beyond the cloud that I sleep and vegetate on. I was intrigued and surprised, all the while maintaining my curiosity without judgement.

It’s time to peek around, especially when we are sure of our current standing. It’s always good to challenge your view.

That’s why I put these shades on. Can you see me?

Weekly state: contained.

February 16, 2025 / A metaphysical entity

Beware of the moment that the Faraday cage breaks.

This week dear Papa has been contained, too dangerous to be let into the free world? I’ll never know, I do not know who is the bearer of the key that locks me in.

I have it reasonably cozy in here and there is not a single thing entering my sphere of influence. Am I locked in out is the rest locked out? I am screaming these thoughts from my cave in the mountains, screaming it into a pillow as I secretly do not want you to know.

I float in the halls and everything I think, is on hold until I think it again. Everything I move stays the same, as long as I don’t touch it again. There’s a sense of immediate power over surroundings that mitigates the feeling of powerlessness amid the relentless energy of time.

In the end, I debate whether I should dare to touch the cage and just see how strong the current is? Light massage or eternal sleep?

I walk towards the lock, as I come closer I see…

it wasn’t even locked.