To Own the Meaning of One’s Being

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

The Winding Vines

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

Where Nothing Calls: Living on the Belly of Being – A Phenomenological Rant on Boredom as the Last Territory of Freedom

A descent into the barren, valueless ground where boredom exposes everything as equal and directionless. It follows how distinctions like good and evil lose their meaning, how our comforting narratives fall apart, and how that neutrality—initially nauseating—reveals a place where a person can finally act from their own source rather than any external call. … More Where Nothing Calls: Living on the Belly of Being – A Phenomenological Rant on Boredom as the Last Territory of Freedom

The Eternal Game of Hide-and-Seek & The Dissolution of Duality

The soul, weary of the endless turning of worlds, questions Life itself, demanding meaning, rest, and an end to the game. But Life, ever patient and amused, reminds the soul that it was the one who chose to play, who wrote the rules and hid behind the veil of forgetfulness. In its hiding, the universe was born; in its seeking, time began. Yet when the seeker at last finds the one who hid, the discovery shatters both, revealing there were never two players, only one Life, playing with itself through all forms of being. What remains then is not struggle, nor purpose, but play—pure, endless, self-knowing play. … More The Eternal Game of Hide-and-Seek & The Dissolution of Duality

La Fretta dell’Essere: L’uomo e il miraggio del “Là”

What is man as a phenomenon? Is he a being that’s hasting toward non-being, a ghostly figure that has projected all the being he has and he can’t tolerate into and beyond a non-being horizon? Nay. Man is nothing in haste. Man is the very hasting of Being; he is hasting itself and not a being in haste. That’s why he’s always torn, torn in between here and there, for he can’t get that there out of his stupid head. He is as horizontally stretched between the opposite poles of embodiment and self-abandonment as he is vertically stretched between heaven and hell. He is everywhere and everywhen but here and now. He is a lunatic chasing shadows of himself.   … More La Fretta dell’Essere: L’uomo e il miraggio del “Là”

In the Shadow of the Superman: What’s Above is Felt from Within

Humanity’s evolution is not merely biological but spiritual—a gradual awakening toward higher forms of Being already woven into the fabric of existence. From the first philosophers who wondered at reality to the mystics who glimpsed eternity within, our upward gaze reveals a hidden gravity of the soul. Perhaps we are not inventing transcendence at all, but responding to its quiet call—a whisper from beyond imagination, inviting the droplet to merge with the ocean. … More In the Shadow of the Superman: What’s Above is Felt from Within

The Letter That Kills, the Song That Heals: When Reality Is Buried Alive in Much Intellectual Chatter

We must forget and unsee all that we know and all that we think. We must surrender who we think we are in order to see who we truly are. We must surrender what we think reality is in order to see it for what it truly is. And repetition itself can help us: to repeatedly put the headsets aside, to return again and again to the plain, unadorned real, even when it feels empty or dull. That emptiness and dullness and boredom is the withdrawal symptom of a lifelong addiction to conceptualization and repetitive thinking. Stay with that emptiness long enough and one day vision clears. But for that, all borrowed images must die. All the stories of philosophers, theologians, and scientists must vanish for the true sun to rise before our eyes. All our ideas of truth and reality must die for the One to appear. … More The Letter That Kills, the Song That Heals: When Reality Is Buried Alive in Much Intellectual Chatter

Which Came First: Consciousness or the World?

To say that matter preceded consciousness is already to speak from within consciousness. The claim itself is not matter, not solidity or extension, but a thought—an event of awareness. Thus, the very gesture of asserting matter’s primacy undermines itself, for what appears as primary is already secondary to the condition that allows it to appear at all. Consciousness is not a thing among things; it is the openness in which “thingness” itself becomes possible. It is not contained by the world, but rather the world is contained in it as appearance, as meaning. … More Which Came First: Consciousness or the World?

The Child & The Walking Dead

There used be a child content in love and abundance, for whom one idea was enough, and that was his concrete Reality. But this modern semblance of a man, he needs one too many ideas, identifications, positions with regard to everything, swarming in podcasts and debates, only to satisfy an insatiable sense of belonging that is only truly satisfied by what is buried alive within himself. … More The Child & The Walking Dead