Nothing Matters

What is human being? Human being is really a home theater system. It provides audio-visual entertainment, engages thoughts and emotions; in it we watch phenomena such as religion and philosophy, science and its theories, ideas of truth and reality and enlightenment, bondage and salvation, heaven and hell, God and emptiness, all and all being phenomena … More Nothing Matters

Egology I

To better understand the ego we must understand the various levels of ego, or various egos at play. Here we do not refer to the ego as it is commonly referred to, as a purely negative and selfish aspect of the I. From a phenomenological standpoint we can distinguish between two kinds of egos that … More Egology I

You Are The Maze

Fear not my friend. Go where you have to go; do what you have to do. Nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever gained. You are the light of the world. How can you ever be worldly? You are already enlightened. God damn it, act like it. Don’t strive to find the truth. Remember that you … More You Are The Maze

I AM

Objects are not simply passive phenomena hovering over against consciousness. Objects always appear with an overbearing claim to existence. Look around you! Everything that is is saying “I am.” The world is a voice pronouncing “I AM.” AUMMM World is a tyranny of Being. I am. Yet, I am a quite peculiar being: Though inert … More I AM

Samsara is Nirvana

I am not of this world. If I were how could I know the world as world? How could I know worldliness if I were not that upon which worldliness is superimposed? Beliefs bind us, and that keeps us sane. Human finitude can’t handle the divine infinitude. Man must die and rise as Atman in … More Samsara is Nirvana

The Mind Boner

The mind has but one task, to project outwardly what rises within it. Mind throws the bone for us to bring it back. When we bring it back the mind will throw it again, and again, as this is its nature. So far as we look at the mind as our master we will be … More The Mind Boner

Fallen Love

When I see you, when I lose myself to the irresistible sight of your eyes, to that evergreen noema, I like to light a cigarette and go back to Heidegger, I like to throw myself into that inexpressible abyss of rootless existence, into Dostoevsky’s night walks in Saint Petersburg, into Andrei Tarkovsky’s long shots and … More Fallen Love