I have an inner life. A network of thoughts and discursive inner-dialogues, sometimes coherent – often dogmatic – but never at peace. It’s a universe borne through me with laws and parameters, nodes and relationships, tones and patterns. It’s an inner life with an ecology that expands inwards and extends out into the world. It … Continue reading I Have an Inner Life.
Deadened Hearts
I see your face and it looks to me that you’ve long abandoned the quest for truths, those inner worlds beyond mere signs and features on the surface. Perhaps in childhood you once had that sudden flash of consciousness where beyond the veil secret voices whispered, “come.” With desperate curiosity you sought your elders out … Continue reading Deadened Hearts
Course Change
Perhaps I'm going about this all wrong. My worldview has become more incoherent as I drift towards nihilism. A tempting drift though it may be given the dearth of evidence to suggest otherwise, nihilism contradicts another conception to which I subscribe; namely, that the individual can only ever hold an incomplete view and should, therefore, … Continue reading Course Change
Collapsing thoughts into scribbles
As this mineral scratches the surface, absorbed and shaped as per convention, fragments of thought that seem to be contained within flesh are unleashed into space like radiation dispersed as waves that, if by chance should encounter the mind of an other, will collapse and be re-absorbed into new consciousness: ever-expanding, ever-emerging, radiating, connecting ... … Continue reading Collapsing thoughts into scribbles
Might it be us?
The only thing I can state with certainty - that is, the eye in me that states uncertainly - about the human condition, which might help to alleviate those terrible fits of nihilism that (im)mature contemplation is inclined to produce, is this: Just as one could reasonably regard consciousness as the inevitable and occasional product … Continue reading Might it be us?
