All things pass but the passing. All things appear and disappear in the passing, but the passing itself neither appears nor disappears. The Real is neither a this nor a that, neither a here nor a there; The Real is this passing, and this passing is all that is real. Truth is a verb. This … More The Passing
I started off as a triangle, rough corners and somewhat immobile. I then made a transition to a square for the sake of more symmetry; from there I became a pentagon, then a hexagon, and so on. Clearly the more vertices I pick up the less sharp they become; I’m giving up the sharpness of … More Geometry of Spiritual Journey
A refined soul is developed by proximity to refined things, by being around other refined souls, by seeking its meaning in refined art and literature, in refined music and cinema. The soul, like a plant to the sun, grows and blossoms by being exposed to beauty, and it crumples and degenerates when it is surrounded … More Refining the Soul
This infinity that is in front of me, the infinity that shows itself to me as an indefinite extension of space and an indefinite duration of time, as here and there, as now and then! This infinity that I have attributed to the cosmos outside of myself at the cost of defining myself as a … More The Inside Out Soul
Modes of time in terms of their potentialities for knowledge and action: without the present there’s neither past nor future so much so that past and future can’t be understood except as modes of presence. Past is the knowable but unchangeable present. Future is the changeable but unknowable present. Now is the knowable and the … More The Masks of Time
It is quite a bullshit theory that there are among us humans some that cope better with life’s surprises than others, that it is possible for a man or a woman to fully live life on life’s terms. The whole of human civilization, with all of its scientific, philosophical, and artistic adventures is nothing but … More We Rise Above
To give up this world, this chaos so near and dear to me, to give up this daily subscription to an idealist’s self-torment that has cost me so much! This is my struggle, passing my Sisyphus stone under the thrashings of time while being myself rolled over by it due the self-obliterating gravity of my … More Anonymity: The Cost of Knowledge
United in our essence we are differentiated only in the aspects we manifest of that essence. Like the petals of a flower we were once in the same seed; when the flower’s time comes we all return to yet another seed form, for yet another bloom. This world is naught but a glass prism my … More A Dance Called Being Human
I see, and I see from a dimension into which no creature can look. I roll in plain sight but who is to see my face! What keeps me concealed from view is the pure simplicity of my nature. What brings me into view is the pure simplicity of your nature. Some have sought me … More My Perennials
We are a people of a descending order, coming from a long line of immigrants who were forced into exile due to crimes of passion. This expulsion of ours, this apparent thrown-ness from out of ourselves, was never a geographical translation but rather a geometrical descension. We fell, and we fell badly, into an inferior … More Of Vice and Men
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