The now is a whirling Dervish; it whirls and it worlds. The Dervish sees; the Dervish sees, A seeing that hides; a seeing that shows, A seeing that holds; a seeing that lets go, One veils; one unveils, One is the farthest; one is the nearest, One is the eye; one is the I. But, alas, … More The Ecstasy of the Self, and World as Hearsay
The world is a world of appearances; there is nothing out there behind appearances; all Being and actuality and reality is on the Subject side of experience and not on the object side. The Being and reality of the world is the reality of the Subject that is falsely attributed to a thing out there, a logically meaningless notion upon reflection. Out where? Are not out and there both meanings experienced and made sense within consciousness! … More The Origins of Objectivity: World as an end product of subjective constitution
But who came first? I or the story? Who’s the storyteller, and who is the listener? What do you believe deep down? What do you hold true about yourself? And what’s the origin of these truths? And who verified them and gave them the status of truth? What if none is true? What if I float? What if the water is murky! What if I drift away, hit something, or be bit by a surprise! … More The Nauseating Discomfort of Facing Core Stories
The sickness of our age is not ignorance but borrowed conviction. We repeat slogans, cheer polished speeches, and mistake volume for truth, all while refusing to examine the roots of what we claim to stand for. Real dignity begins when a person turns inward, tests their own beliefs, and takes responsibility for them instead of hiding inside the safety of the crowd. … More Socrates as Antidote: Against Borrowed Truths and Moral Posturing
I once learned at the vet that a slice of American cheese could make a hated nail-clipping practically disappear for my dog. That small trick opened a larger question: can something be said to “exist” if it no longer stands out in consciousness? From Leroy to Kant, from metaphysics to everyday anxiety, this piece explores a blunt possibility, that many of our “situations” survive only by the oxygen of our attention. Shift the beam, and the monster fades. Not by force, but by redirection. … More American Cheese and the Ontology of Attention
The lovers, caressed by the scent of the beloved, burn their books and maps! A longing heart is their guide. The blind mind missteps; the heart sees, then smiles and leaps. The pebbles sink to the bottom and watch the river dance forward, as the mind is baffled by the dance of the heart of the lover. … More The Journey of the Ink
The higher type is the one who stops borrowing meaning and starts creating it. Where the last man accepts ready-made interpretations—whether from myth, religion, or science—he recognizes them as constructs sustained by belief. Freedom begins when he sees the walls were never walls, only consent. From that point on, he takes full responsibility for the meaning of his own being, shaping himself through action rather than hiding behind inherited definitions. … More To Own the Meaning of One’s Being
Life moves the way vines do, quietly, patiently, winding where it can. Even when buried under concrete, it finds a crack. It doesn’t argue with obstacles; it learns their shape. Wise paths aren’t straight because beauty isn’t efficient. Much of what shapes us happens unbeknownst to us until one day we notice what has already grown around our bones. To live well is not to force the way, but to savor the tension and let what is alive find its own ascent. … More The Winding Vines
You were given a vast mansion and yet lived in the attic. You decorated the temporary and forgot the window opening to the Real. This life is a visit, not a settlement: fall in love. Beauty alone restores what was lost, and every encounter is a remembering of what you already are. … More All Is On: A Tale of Falling in Gratitude
Choose your company wisely, people, places, and things, because the soul takes the shape of its surroundings. You don’t fight demons forever; many disappear the moment you change altitude. What feels like a flaw is often a signal of misalignment. Trust that signal. Raise the plane, and the noise fades. … More Change the Altitude, Not the Fight: Why your surroundings shape your spirit—and how alignment ends battles you were never meant to fight
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