The out there is in here. Nothing is outside me, for without me there would be neither inside nor outside. What is beyond me is already encompassed by me, for otherwise the “beyond me” wouldn’t even come into my conception. I dwell in a world that dwells in my thinking. This baffles even me, who … More The Bafflefield
If you are, that means that you are loved, and that you are loved by the noblest love from the most loving. Your very existence is sustained by god’s love for you. Isn’t truly loving someone to give them space to be, to let them be what they truly are! So, this is how and … More To Be is to be Loved
It is that time again, to give the master a visit. Drained by the drag of this swamp, starving for the holy company I must return once again to that blessed deathbed, so that I may sneak through the sliding door, and the clashing rocks, and re-emerge in the field where I am no more. … More It is that time again …
Is it a gift or a curse, self-awareness! The endless expanse of this Self is at times terrible and frightening to look at. At times I cannot take up its infinitude. I am more comfortable when the Self breastfeeds me the mundane, and I am more at ease when placed among the herd and in … More The Taxidermist
The question “Where am I?” is probably one of the seven wonders of the intellectual life of mankind. This question is almost always addressed from the outside, beginning from what precedes us and continuing with what follows us. This approach, which starts with presupposing man’s fundamental situated-ness and then tries to elucidate the nature of … More No Place but Here, no Time but Now
I left the center for the periphery and beyond. I had to leave home. But on the periphery and beyond all I found was the center again. I now know that I had never left the center. The journey was the dream of the all-encompassing center. I’ve always been home all along. The periphery is … More The All-Encompassing Center
I wear a mask made of nothing, you don’t see it on my face but I feel it all the time. The story has it that I am hideous, but god knows who has that story! I wove the mask I wear with the labor of time; it is a conglomeration of conflicting stories teamed … More The Play of Masks
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
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
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