When things line up…

Usually it means – shit is just round the corner. That at least is how brotherhood mumbo jumbo goes. No one planned it this way…it’s just the way it is and everyone accepts for a fact that its as old as the hills.

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‘Let me, let you into a little secret. Do you know how you know that you have successfully started a cult? Well it’s like this – when you walk into an annual conference comprising of these adherents and you tell them that you are their leader – no one believes you…so there you are holding your plastic cup like the others….only you know. No great messiah wearing a top hat is going to walk thru that door. Because you were actually the one who started it all…….and another thing. Everyone else in the fucking room seems to know YOU better than you know yourself. They can even stand up on a soap box and give a two hour lecture on why i once said this or wrote that and a million things that I wrote that I cant even remember….you want to know the truth?

No! You don’t….I best sit down quietly and just be like everyone else….as for Darkness….I dont think he existed at all.’

The sun never knew how great it was….

Till it lined up with the angles, squares and vertexs of a great building…and this idea is not only mysticism. But it also involves shammanism.

The difference between a priest and a shaman. Is the priest is educated in religion, but the shaman comes to higher consciousness by completing the epic journey into the core of his being….so one is sanctioned externally. The other given a right of passage internally which is the shaman.

My point is all of have the knowledge to know what is right, ordered and harmonious from its opposites. This knowledge need not be taught, it resides deep in our bones like how turtles are drawn to the sea the moment they hatch.

It is the same with architecture, places and people….when they strike a cord in us….it is very hard to ever forget them. Even if all we want to do is carry on.

They linger deep in us like the smell which is our being.

Even a brick aspires to be part of something Great

I think when you approach the subject of architecture as architecture…then you invariably do a great disservice to yourself. As you have set yourself to look upon a thing as an outlier or intruder. But when you approach architecture as merely a means of expression. And nothing more…then it is suddenly very familiar and even sits with one very well.

It is possible to attain niceness without too much fuss…I reckon. But when a thing is done right….so right that it sits harmoniously with the secret laws of nature. Then it becomes mystical….and even prophetic.

Some places, buildings and people have this power.

It is not a direct power that comes from….rather it is a sort of power that is activated within one, like a seed having the power to germinate and set forth life when sun and water is present.

A latent power within…..

The flower of life

Symbolism is a very dominant aspect of the order. As it is thru signs and symbols that the unsaid is communicated to those who belong to the order….what is said is expressed only thru these tokens and signs and symbols…..the flower of life represents the highest order and it represents ones completion of the various stages of learning and assemblies and rituals.

When each spoke in the wheel sprouts leaves it means the exponent has successfully completed each level of the training…thereby transforming the six spoked wheel into the flower of life.

Agnelli

If you ask me politely where I first hatched the idea of combining hiking boots with a business suit…..i would say Agnelli.

Either you know or you don’t….and that’s really the badge of honor for those who choose to live a life where they rather be in the know.

Super Bread

This product can literally last for one million years. Its very versatile and doesnt get mouldy or attract fruit flies. Goes well with curry and butter. Or jam or a cut of ham. Making it the ideal frontier food.

Its also very compressed. Think of a whole loaf compressed in just one slice of Pumpernickel…..despite the circa 1972 style advertising….its good bread.

May I present to all of you…his majesty, the one and only King of Dhaka

After growing a moustache and beard

How to wear a khaki suit

Most men will find it incredibly difficult to carry a khaki suit. Its one of the most challenging colors to carry with class…..the trick about Khaki is to wear with the attitude of a planter. This will immideately give you a certain creative license.

For example I wear serious stompers like hiking boots with a khaki suit. Normally this would be sartorial hara kiri…but thats OK in a planter setting. However i would not recommend it in banking or the hospitality sector.

Another thing about khaki is to carry it well, one has to master the art of effortlessness…..Sprezzatura ([sprettsaˈtuːra]) is an Italian word that first appears in Baldassare Castiglione’s 1528 The Book of the Courtier, where it is defined by the author as “a certain nonchalance, so as to conceal all art and make whatever one does or says appear to be without effort and almost without any thought about it”…..to me its a bit like wabi- sabi and it means deliberately creating little carefully constructed flaws in the way you carry khaki…..when done right this can be both elegant and sophisticated. For example there’s a certain je ne ce qua charm to the way linen pants crinkle. Or the way the collar seems to be slightly wonky….its done deliberately so that one doesnt come across as contrived and if pulled off right, it lends one a certain charm that comes from being imperfect….yet strikingly authentic and real.

Only don’t go too far otherwise your khaki suit will just look like a cheapy cheap gunny sack.

180,000 readers – part 2

If you read something written by some one. For long enough. Then its not just a casual affair. A one night stand. That’s a five chili casual affair. But not when it comes to the act of reading. Because at some point in the transaction. You will begin to see, hear and feel the world thru the authors senses and so you live vicariously thru this person who you read everyday.

180,000 readers

THe advent of populism was a phenomenon that I registered clearer than anyone else…..what many fail to understand is everything that we see as the set pieces of the geo economic order today can be modelled mathematically with game theory as far back as 2001. So for me it will always be a curse. That is to say how clearly I saw it all back then. When all others could see was what they believed whole heartedly to be the logical perpetuation of the free market and globalization.

Till today I believe that if leaders and governments and many of my readers had done their part to forward many of my theories concerning the corrosive effects of gloablization and the unmitigated feralness….maybe we could have sropped the genie from wriggling out of the bottle.

But it is too late…So Of course I feel mortally wounded deep down. I cannot even begin to describe the depths of my sorrow and how it has effected me.

I am only one person….but there were so many of you.

Forgive me if I say this….but some of you could have done much more.

After all on the last count there were 180,000 readers!

Monkey Business

The bread of shame

Samurai

Today a man came to me and asked. What gives you the courage to negotiate in the way you do?

I told this man.

I have already accepted death and destruction….before I walked into the conference room….I had trained hard and so I died many times. So many times that I cannot even distinguish this world from that other world…..when I said this. I could tell the man was a practioner in the art of war…as he was visibly moved and even muttered as if thinking aloud – the otherside however, fears death. They cling to life and so they do NOT know how to relinquish that which is most precious…life. I can understand why they believe, they have no choice but to give in to your demands.

On loneliness

For me. It is never coincidental whenever I reflect back of on great deeds…..it was always an undertaking that I saw from beginning to end all alone. This is because loneliness and greatness happen to be one of the same reality. Men who are really so strong that they might as well be indestructible….all draw nourishment from the darkness of loneliness. You rarely ever see them clinging to otherw. This is because men who are serious about cultivating inner strenght all realize true strenght of character can only be discovered when one journeys deep into the very core of one’s existence.

The end of free trade and globalization, as we know it……of course I am sad.

Of course I am sad….but maybe that’s not the right word. As sadness is a lover’s word, maybe it would be more appropriate to say – i find it hard to come to terms with the advent of Trump, Brexit and most recently the nascent of Boris. All these I find very hard to come to terms with….as if you read my past post. I have constantly warned about the predatory effects of globalization and free trade and how it can only amplify social stratification…today we have a very disunited America…disunited kingdom et sl and it is conceivable the world is balkanising along the lines of protectionism and xenophobia and parochialism…..so of course. I am fucking sad.

Of course we are sad. As when you ask only one question – why did we blog? Why did we put in so much effort? It was because we all believed we could stop it.

But that proved a forlorn hope.

I saw it all clearer than anyone else…the before, during and after that is.

My name is Darkness.

1st Class Officer of the IMG and Confederation and loyal servant to the fifth Republic.

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