The Karma Man

Karma's a bitch, but he means it well.

I'm not a believer of religion, cultural faiths or Gods chosen destiny, but I'm a strong believer of karma. I don't believe in the bible, but the Ten Commandments have some aspect of representing what I believe in; that our actions bring consequences. Happiness or sadness, hate or love, temptation or devotion, curses or blessings, awkward or adroit, grateful or abusive, fucked up or put together.

The karma man and I became acquainted for many years ago, when my idea of what I sent out came back again, was confirmed over and over again. He is a living proof, that everything goes the way you want it to; determining your own destiny in a limited period of the future. Maybe it's not about believing in the karma man, but just realising that this is how nature works; everything you give, will come back sooner or later. So you better do a terrific job.

The karma man strikes you all the time, I believe. But it's not often that we have the ability to put the pieces together in the big puzzle, in a matter of action and cause.
But who decides the timing of karma? Is it our own subconscious, telling us that it's time to accept the unwritten rules for the actions we committed? Or is there a higher power existing in the world, working with the karma man in an extremely admirable teamwork? Let's give it a try, with ourselves in the first place; as our own angel and devil sitting on our shoulders and telling us what would be right and wrong.

We must become the change we want to see. - Mahatma Gandhi 

The White Noise

White noise. In signal processing, this is defined as a random mixture of sound signals, extending over a wide frequent range. A constant background noise; especially one that drowns out other sounds. Thats the scientific defintion - mine is similar, but different.

This random mixture of sound signals are my impressions of the surroundings. The wide frequent range is my lack of being able to ignore them and their meaning. The constant background noise, then turns out to be the continuous and eternal amount of thoughts being processed in my head, which by drowning out other sounds, results in a complexity and challenge to define what's going on inside that mysterious mind.

What is this white noise? And is its sound distracting or inspiring? Right now, it's snowing in Copenhagen, and the streets are more empty than they have been for a while. The city is silent. There's not so many questions; just white noise. And I'm a passenger on this train with that compartment, where the rule is not to speak or make noise, since it's already present.

Try to observe a random human being, next time you sit quietly and have time to think. Look at what their eyes behold and how their face follows. Try not to think your own thoughts or judge, but rather imagine what the other persons state of mind could be for this second. Her/his noise can quickly be made clear, and get in tune with your own.

When it's cold outside, and the snow falls, it can be quite hard to find your own channel in the large quantity of white noise. But it's not that important. The white noise inspires and challenges. It brings new moments to our, already processed, thoughts, and leave us with possible emotions.

Produce some new thoughts, socialize them, and make some noise. The silence is pleasant, but the noise never bothered me or you anyways.

The Cat

In the world of pet animals, and in the world of human personalities, I believe we two different species exists; the cat and the dog.

I've always chosen the dog when it comes to my preferring pet. But speaking of the human personalities, I will always be a cat.

I've never really liked cats. They've always seemed too unpredictable to me. But at the same time, I can relate to it, more than any other species of the animal kingdom. A dog is faithful, loyal, searching for love and care unconditionally - the man's best friend.

The cat is snooping around, showing it's interest in humans when it wants petting and attention, but hides, when it wants the opposite. What is the cat really thinking? Nobody really knows. It's, as a character, strangely spontaneous, incomprehensible reserved and indistinguishable of behaviour.

Now, it all sounds like bad odds for the cat, compared to the dog, but I believe it shows something incredibly admiring; independence.

The search for independence, has been a fight for race, gender, sexuality and minorities for many years. The cat, on the other hand, has never found the independence as problem, even though we have been pretty busy defining them;

In the ancient Egypt, they saw the cat as a higher spirit that needed godly worshipping.

In many old religions they believed the cat was exalted souls, companions or guides for humans - all-knowing, but unable to speak, why it can not affect our actions.

In Japan, a cat is a symbol of luck, but in many other cultures, the superstition appears to be an association between the cats and being struck by bad luck - the witches helper.

In many other countries the common myth is, that cats have nine lives, due to its speed, ability to get out of dangerous situations and their ability to survive falls from great heights. Take that last one as a metaphor as well.

A thousand explanations to a cats behaviour, but still an undefined mystery. That's what a cat is. It doesn't let anyone define it - a strength and a weakness. It loves being around people, showing love and company; but at it's own terms, and no one else's.

"A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not." - Ernest Hemingway

You might say the cat stands for the intuitive nature of us when we follow our curiosity, our moments of just wanting to be alone for a bit, our acts of egoism and selfishness, and the more vulnerable moments of life where confidence tells us, we have eight more lifes to live.

A dog is a beautiful species that can be counted on, loved and cherished. But so is the cat. I guess it just gets misunderstood sometimes, when we want it to be like the dog, and it's not.