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.
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
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?
I choose not to trust that visceral inner voice, that emotional and unevaluated clamour of conditioned reactions; that deceptive feeling of deep knowing, which is no more than hardened and entrenched schema reinforced by a bias towards confirmatory experiences; that overwhelming tribal instinct urging me not to abandon the familiar for the foreign; that unbridled … Continue reading The Inner Voice
I can’t know what is true, only what seems correct in that I can rely on it to re-occur, to replicate, but it also seems that there is something fundamental to the idea that reality is dynamical and, therefore, can only be described in terms of relations and processes over time, and any static presentation … Continue reading What I can know