2007/03/16 New York
Hell
Money and pleasure
One of the best acquaintances I’ll ever meet in my life is front desk manager at the hotel where I have breakfast when I’m in New York.
Last Wednesday over lunch he told me: “I think about money in the same way as I think about sex. You need to have it, in order not to worry about it.”
I did like this aphorism (if I may call it an aphorism) a lot, but I have to admit that I know people who have money and cannot stop worrying about it.
Also I know people with a decent sex life who worry about their sex life all the time.
Hell of course is the absence of all worries.
(The front desk manager recently informed me that he is NOT the front desk manager, just an agent. Once again I stand corrected.)
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i do agree.
Without worries there is nothing to remember.
Without worries there is no hope.
What a paradise this is.
Without worries there is nothing to remember.
Without worries there is no hope.
What a paradise this is.
In a book by the german author Andreas Maier i found this sentence: "To be happy means that everything in you keeps silent."
But i guess we have to wait for this until we are dead.
For a long time in human history our life was supposed to be passion. Happines was sold for bliss ( Glück für Glückseligeit ). and paradise was the place where we didnt have to worry anymore. Nowadays god seems to be dead, or i don't know what else he could be - maybe just gone to the toilett for a century shit - and we are buying back our happiness. And we still worry. Because it's expensive.
But i guess we have to wait for this until we are dead.
For a long time in human history our life was supposed to be passion. Happines was sold for bliss ( Glück für Glückseligeit ). and paradise was the place where we didnt have to worry anymore. Nowadays god seems to be dead, or i don't know what else he could be - maybe just gone to the toilett for a century shit - and we are buying back our happiness. And we still worry. Because it's expensive.
Greetings from Balkans
Forgive me for my youthful ignorance, but I can imagine worse things to worry about than money and sex.Yesterday I had my very own aha-moment: when you spend half of your life worrying about your survival, everything silently becomes a battle in one way or the other.
“Het was een astronomische angst die hem beving, de angst van Pascal voor de oneindige ruimten en hun eeuwige stilte. Achter haar ogen en haar ordinaire mond opende zich een helleput die met geen miljoen te dempen was.” Frans Kellendonk in Mystiek Lichaam.
The man knew it, he must have seen it or at least he must have felt it: hell. I did too, but Kellendonk had the words for it. Hell is the absence (of all worries and all desires).
The man knew it, he must have seen it or at least he must have felt it: hell. I did too, but Kellendonk had the words for it. Hell is the absence (of all worries and all desires).
Life has so much more to offer in terms of worries than mere sex and money - which are, after all, of rather vulgar essence - hardly above "did I leave the gas on?" and "is there lipstick on my teeth?" . Freeing yourselves from those allows you to indulge fully in subtler ones...
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