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The world never ceases to entertain or surprise me.

As I get closer to anything, the complexity, and interestingness gets deeper and deeper.

Beauty and joy is to be found in our perspectives rather than in our surroundings.

View your act as your avatar and your presence as a player.

Even the saddest parts gets fun.
I’m quoting Shakespeare on this one:

All the world’s a stage.

and all the women and men merely players:

they have their exits and their entrances;

and one man in his time plays many parts…

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This trial is harder than I thought as I’m sometimes experiencing frustration. It’s not that I don’t know what to write about, it is just that I get frustrated, tired and angry around my own words.

I sometimes lack the motivation to really explain each concept in a clear and concise manner. It’s not that I don’t have the time, but there really is distractions that disturb me in this trial.

I’m more interested in others writings.
Please continue to write, and so will I.

Sanna posted a really good post yesterday, here’s a quote in swedish.

Varför skall jag vänta ännu längre med att förverkliga mina drömmar och mål, eller slösa bort ännu mer tid på något så idiotiskt som att uppnå ett skönhetsideal som begränsar och stänger inne alla dessa fantastiska kvinnor och tjejer? Jag ställer inte upp på det, jag tycker det är sjukt och avskyvärt på alla sätt och jag hoppas att alla ni som rättfärdigar alla dessa vidriga ideal och/eller profiterar på folks dåliga självkänsla genom att sälja/promota bantnings-tvprogram, skönhetsprodukter, light-ost och mini-crémefraiche en dag kommer att brinna i helvetet.

Well stated.
Read the rest over @ Sannalicious

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I imagine a future world were peace, equality and play is a central part of our daily life.

We survived the climate crisis, and came to join hands as we all understood that the economy had to be reevaluated and changed.

The change occurred simultaneously all over the globe.
Entrepreneurs like Sergey Brin and Larry Page, had together with other daredevils taken an initiative to change the world.
In order to inspire other, they changed Google’s internal structure together with their employees. They evaluated different models and came to the conclusion that they would try the Participatory Economics model.

It worked out alright!

Google was more productive than ever but they come to understand that their business model wouldn’t hold in a ParEcon (Participatory Economics) society. So they adapted and came up with some new great ideas that would be of a social value to others.

They talked about this change with great enthusiasm, and released their internal documents which described how they did the change.
More and more company’s tried the same model, and soon, they were a small minority.

Minority’s quickly grow if the information can reach out in the right way.
Just look at Firefox. In a period of three years it has more than doubled it’s market share, from 15 % to 36% and has really put Microsoft up to some tough and hard competition.
That is an amazing accomplishment.

In a few years, ParEcon was the de facto standard way to organize companys, and soon laws adapted and society as a whole as well.

I want kids to learn how to program, in the same sense as they learn how to write.
I want humanity to explore the outer realms of space.
I want love to be a happy addition, not a bonding commitment.
I want science, information and technology to be free, as in free speech.
I want progress and tedious tasks to be joyous for and shared by everyone who is affected by it.
I want to live in a sustainable community were we bond together with nature, in synergy.
I want kids to be prioritized, respected, seen and heard upon.
I want play.
I want to explore psi and the energy that is called Ki in the East.
I want hang gliding to become a national sport, and an acceptable way of traveling.

I want democracy.

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Just as I had walked my friend home after school, he ran out and screamed after me.
“ROBIN! You gotta see this! Hurry!”

I remember it as if it were yesterday.

Days afterwards the world were holding it’s breath.
What were they going to do?
Was it the beginning of a new era?
Who was fighting, and why?

My eyes dried up, I couldn’t possibly believe what I saw, even though the TV-channels were repeating the same clips over and over and over again.

The thick smoke, filled with dust that spread all over the city, absorbing all it’s citizens without any hesitation or mercy.

I wanted it to happen.

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Our tent

When I and Hanna was traveling around Scotland in the summer ’05 we met a strange couple of police officers.
They approached us as we were setting up our tent in the towns national park (yes, it actually is legal in Scotland).
“Heya! It’s totally OK that you camp here, in our fine town. Do ya mind if we ask how ya got here?”
“No, sir! We hitch-hiked here from Oban, with one of your fine politicians. A very nice old man.”
“Oh is that so? Well, we just wanted to welcome you to our town, but with a little warning!
The youth here is quite messy, adn sometimes they even stay up until 01:00 o’clock!
So, please be careful and keep an eye on yer tent”
“Why, what do ya think they will do?”
“Put it on fire, hit you, rob you, rape you… They can do whatever fucking crime there is.”

This actually frightened us.
Stay up late? Who DOESN’T?
We decided that we would find the youth of this very small town.
And so we did.

When we met them, they were burning some tires and cones, getting hammered with vodka and smoked some of that brown.
We approached them with a smile, introduced ourselves as drifters from Sweden.
“Where?”
“Ya know about Henrik Larsson? He’s a friend of ours!”
The last line is always a bit risky. Sometimes the Scots are fans of the Celtics, and sometimes they’re not.
“HENRIK LARSSON!?!?! HE’S OUR BEST PLAYER! Ya wanna drink?”

We talked to them about the police, and soon found out about the ongoing war between them.
“Yeah, you see. Every weekend it’s the same. We get hammered and the police beat us, steal our drinks and smokes and drive us home. We always fight them back, the best we can. Hey, by the way, what’s the price for a fiveish in Sweden…?”

They were no threat, and never was.
The only threat was the mind of those police who abused them every weekend.