SEEQUEST

By Roger Pytlewski

This book is a collage of seescapes and insights into the many facets of life. It is warmly dedicated to the genius and memory of Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, the most intelligent and aware 'Hueman' animal to roam the planet to date. I affectionately think of him as 'Big Brain the Heartistic Huemanataurean' No one has left larger imprints on the

• Language: English
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• Release date: Mar 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9781647497828

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SEEQUEST

Copyright© 2023 by Roger Pytlewski, BSEE, MBA, JD

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Introduction

This book is a collage of seescapes and insights into the many facets of life. It is warmly dedicated to the genius and memory of Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, the most intelligent and aware ‘Hue-man’ animal to roam the planet to date. I affectionately think of him as ‘Big Brain the Heartistic Hue-manataurean’ No one has left larger imprints on the vapor trails of the Hyperborean Highways. It is also dedicated to individualism and individuals, both present and future; and the proposition that all men and women should be given the opportunity to develop and exhibit their talents and intelligence to the extent of their abilities. It attempts to address and answer the troublesome, age old questions: Where are we? What are we? What are we doing here? And, perhaps even more problematic, how do we relate to and cope with this place once the former questions have raised their furious heads and we have seen through the majority reality into the confus ing abyss?

Rogue Scholar

Who are we?

We are the honest ones.

Who are we?

We are the outsiders.

Who are we?

We are the posthumous ones.

Who are we?

We are the overthinkers.

Who are we?

We are the intelligent ones.

Nothing more, nothing less…

And we are seldom at our best.

Where do we live?

We live high above the rabble.

Yet of the rabble, we ride the winners’ spoils...

And so avoid this cutting truth

Like good fencers avoid the piercing foil.

Why do we live?

For no apparent reason,

Though to live otherwise is serious deadly treason.

How do we live?

We live...

By twist of fate,

By turn of trick and wit,

By blind dumb luck, blood sweat, and tears...

You name it.

I know one of us has

Been there in the flesh and carries deep hidden scars

Just below the chest.

So what else do you want to know?

You have me in a very honest mode.

"How do you cope with all of this

Devastating nonsense that surrounds us?"

A very good question indeed

You brilliant little schnook.

If you really want to know…

Just read this little book!

1

Goal: A highly developed sense of visual and audible imagery honed to a well- developed sense of precise muscular movement. In the end all we have are imagery and feelings. Since order is merely a special case of chaos the concept of the truth is ridiculous. Truth as art, however, is exquisite: Seescape word paintings of infinite perspective and coloration... All valid impressions of reality and art. There are countless truths, but there is no ‘truth.’ Impressions! Impressions! Impressions!

2

A person who despises hedonism must, by definition, despise ‘love of life.’ What a curse! A true hedonist is courageous, cock-sure of itself, full of itself and not afraid to die. Quantity seldom takes precedent over quality. Who can say that hedonism is more absurd than any other form of ‘hue-man’ behavior? After all, we are all self-destructing. It is just a matter of rate.

3

Nothing stays the same, not even for a microsecond. Everything is eternally in ‘Flucks.’ Sometimes it’s hard to say yes. Sometimes you need a song to help pull you along.

4

Show me someone who is indispensable and I will certify you terminally naive. Show me someone who is delightful and I will certify you a worthwhile ‘hue-man.’

5

‘High Tea’ is unquestionably the most eloquent example of tribal drug usage to date.

6

Men, women, and melons are hard to know. Astute, Ben!

7

Two of the ultimate tricks in life are to learn how to take modern man seriously and to deeply appreciate the drama and beauty of life.

8

If the eyes are the window to the ‘soul,’ the penis and vagina are the measures of pleasure.

9

The heterosexual male’s primeval imperative: Females Uber Alles.

10

Anyone who lowers their voice when uttering the word God is a sham.

11

The degree to which a person prides and devotes oneself to personal honesty is the true measure of one’s depth.

12

A question of conscience: Do you accept what your artist knows, or do you shrink in awe? As Fred said; Seldom do we have the strength for what we know to be the truth. Facing truths are like arctic baths; bravely in and quickly out! Right, Fred?

13

Anonymous: Lucid truths flow from my pen like delicate drops of golden rain and all you feel is pain?

14

It is a wonder that any of us are let out of our cages for more than two hours a day.

15

A true noble nature is one that more often than not sincerely deserves to be appreciated. This has little to do with admiration which is, of course, deserved and natural.

16

The Southeastern United States has taught the European emigré an important lesson: React very slowly to stimuli. Calm and patience are stellar virtues.

17

The body is such a fickle entity. Just when you conclude that all of your seriousness and hard work is to no avail, the body unfurls a few feet of sail and transforms your aching sores into breathless shores.

18

I say, Don’t let it get you down, and you say, How can you help but let it get you down? And of course you’re right. But remember, the glass is not three quarters empty, it is one quarter full! And you had better believe it, my friends.

19

There can be no elite without an immense bleeding underclass. This seems incredibly inequitable in an age when nobility has long since vanished. After all, we are all peasants. The only rationale, I suppose, is that nature will be nature.

Pure Magic

When the wind whispers

Through the leaves in soft tones of assurance,

It always reminds me

That we are never truly alone,

No matter how deep or complete our solitude

On this finite blue sphere of water, dust, and stone.

When the raging winds roar

Across the storming seas

With their conquering screams: Don’t mess with me, they drop me to my metaphorical knees

And challenge my ‘egotesticle’ beliefs

That man and his ethereal mate

Dominate the venues and menus that serve up

this earthly plate.

When the swirling winds spin the day

Into tornados of unlove and devilish destruction,

It becomes obvious to the tens

That we are but a soft speck of chance

On a major, but fragile branch of the Tree of Life

That hangs on tight

In spite of all this crazy strife.

When a gentle wind lifts my dragon’s kite

Into the thin airs and heights

Of a sunny day given over to leisure and play,

I have to sincerely conclude and relevantly say

That although painful and tragic,

Life is nothing more nor nothing less than pure magic.

20

Love does not know how vulnerable it is or how strong it is. Oh, mystery of Life!

21

The Secret of Living: Believe in yourself. Each move you make is no more or no less important than all the moves made by each and every person, living or dead. Take yourself seriously, no matter how mundane or crazy your life may seem and others will take you seriously and perhaps even admire you. After all, in the grand scheme of things, ‘hue-mans’ are most likely of very little importance. It is absolutely essential to attain a feeling of respect and/ or acceptance for each and every move, if one is to retain a feeling of awe and respect for the magnificent, awesome and frightening ‘Spectacle of Life.’ Nothing is more important than your friends, your loved ones and your desires. Life is truly a question of balance. If you are bored, kill yourself. Do us all a favor! Art is God. Sex, fishing, hunting, tennis, stamp collecting, and the like are Goddesses, and I am not sure which is more important.

22

My love for you is unconditional. I am intelligent, artistic, friendly, generous and funny. What else do you want? All of your money!

23

When the poor sell their body parts, the hour is very late.

24

Boredom too is interesting if you’re thinking straight, but not very interesting. That’s why we call it boredom.

25

The deeper the decadence, the more beautiful the rose . . . to a point!

26

Love your instrument and respect your tools.

27

One who feels the tragedy in life can’t help but love Eastern music. They don’t call it Asia Minor for nothing.

28

Benny Hill for God, Ralph Nader for King, Woody Allen, Steve Martin and Robin Williams for Court Jesters, and Bob Dylan for Court Gister.

29

The Moors raised culture to an art form. All else is theatre, both good and bad. Right, William?

30

Music to her ears: Let’s go to bed and make mad passionate sleep.

31

The destruction that geniuses have helped unleash on humanity is tremendous. This alone, aside from their countless positive contributions, qualifies them as an extremely significant and invaluable global force.

32

When the lower classes set against and kill their masters, a new force is unleashed that is infinitely more beautiful and infinitely more evil than any multifarious peasant or stoic noble. It fascinates and consumes as it burns alone in solitude: Enter the Individual!

The Big Below

Sail forth lest you sail last and slow

Across these ice and desert flows

That define everything from high art to the big below.

‘Fail’ first and you will know

The arrows of success as a shallow aftermath

of the ebb tides of the mangrove truths and consequences Across these gambling tables that hold our fables.

Bail the bilges of their lies and

Flies that hover over

Their whining and constant cries,

As well as their sad sighs

That carve across our deep canyons like flaccid acid rain.

Rail against the machine

Until you have seen

The futility in all

That is utility in the causes of destruction,

Where its masters will tempt you

With handfuls of seduction.

Hail Noah’s Ark, ‘Earth’

From Los Angeles to Western Perth

Where my ocean meets your land

With the freedom of a dolphin

And the deep pains of an oak or mahogany coffin.

Veil your happiness

Like a bride at the wedding of Good and Evil,

High in the Cathedral of Truth,

Where liars are forbidden

And yes-sayers are the major players.

Tail the smart ones like a cougar on the hunt,

For like no others they will teach you

How to bend and mend your ways

Around the tapestries of the insane,

Who are always quick to blame.

Jail your hatred in the dungeons of forever

And execute it with the dawn,

For only love and respect for all that is life

Will dance you across the lawns.

March 24, 2005

33

Common sense is far less common than one might suspect. As we know, sanity is the exception and insanity the rule. Buddy, can you spare a fool?

34

The way we cuddle is a