You know you’ve grown when you enter a room you’ve walked in thousands of times before and you’re not feeling any shred of doubt, nervosity or any sort of anxious feeling. You’ve levelled up. You’ve proved yourself, in and at other places and rooms so that when you step in this old acquainted room you carry all that experience with you without you even realizing it. Others can tell and will know. And you will too.

I do my most honest writing after midnight. Not per se my best. But it’s as if after dark, there’s nowhere left to hide, and the writing reveals itself most fluidly and candidly. The most focused would be during the peak of the day, midday. But not per se the most bright, that’s when eureka just strikes. That’s when the writing is most crisp and clear and true. Writing has tons of different flavors, depending on mood, person and time of day, and whatever season it is, or whatever big life variables play a role

When a person is losing control of their life they want to gain control by controlling other people including you. They want to restrict your freedom and you being free, because your free spirit and personality upsets them and reminds them of how they themselves are not free.

Training breathing trains everything else in your life. Train breathe, train mind. Train mind, train body. Breathing is the only thing you can never shut off. You always are in the process of doing it; might as well get efficient at breathing, and effective. If you’ve put in the reps with your breathwork it will bleed over into all other mental and physical domains, even if you aren’t fully aware of it. Ten minutes of breathing, consistent, for ten days, with conscious thought and some focus is enough for a start.

Training, that is physical and mental and spiritual, is the bright opportunity to train your self. To find out what it is comprised of; or rather, who it is. And if the self is seen, or recognized once again like a re-union, you can strengthen it. Expand it. Shine brighter, differently, or more vast. All in all, you can fully self-express (lit: to press out, to squeeze out, with some poetic leeway). Training is the brush, the self its color, or rather shades of color. Training paints the canvas of life with the vital lifeline and spirited ointments and fluids of self-hood. Following Kierkegaardian philosophical dialectics, the self can express itself in three ways: (1) aesthetics, (2) ethics, (3) spirit(ual realm). Training is the skeleton key that opens all three gates to these realms. Training is a three-pronged crossing. And to merely, and un-informedly, use training for either just aesthetics, looks and optics, ethics, societal roles and functions (and pressures), or spirit is a colossal missed opportunity. The magic trick lies in to perceive training as the chief means to strengthen and at the same time express the self in the triad of domains. This is how you color life and death with your self. This is how you expand your life, all domains of life, with the self, through the self, and ultimately and inevitably for the self.

The most elegant solution is often the most straightforward, while at the same time cherry-picking from out of the box, combining with, adding and subtracting to the main solution. Something out of the box can be something straightforward that just hasn’t been thought of before.

Someday your light goes out
might as well use it, to shine
and cast a light, out into
the darkness, for yourself
and others.
Someday…
To offer a blanket of warmth.

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The path to the Superman, superhuman, the Ubermensch, the Overman lies in its name; the man that crosses OVER the abyss. The path from mere man to the Overman is a straight tightrope across that abyss. It's straight. But it's a tightrope, and you must cross…