Interesting

I find it very interesting that Life has its own little way of producing practical problems to obstruct the deep processes of thought and contemplation. It always seems to happen that way, and you find that the path of creativity, imagination and intellectual quest is suddenly missing a bridge somewhere along the way, and you plunge bak into the depths of triviality, where you have to wait for an unknown length of time in order to build back your strength and your motivation to ascend again where you know you belong. And all this journey you have done, all this struggle to reach halfway between the stars and the gutter, suddenly seems like a pointless and futile attempt, doomed to fail from the very beggining, like Daedalus trying to fly with clipped wings. It's like, in a metaphysical way, we are always bound by intellectual gravity, a force that constantly pulls us down into the lowest levels of a human state of mind. It is a torment, a pre-determined battle between everyday life and higher states of mind, with an outcome determined by the shear strength, persistence and repetition of common events which detract our attention, which stop our ascend and inhibit our climb towards something higher.

I was evicted from my flat yesterday.