I woke up this morning too early and couldn’t go back to sleep. I woke up into a deep and still sadness. I’m so sad that things have to end. I always hated that. As a child, I hated the end of parties when everyone had to leave. I hated the end of family trips. … More Otherworldly immortality isn’t good enough; I wanna stick around here
It’s all happening in the darkness, a chaos of undifferentiated ether. And I, the spotlight, make a scene by the turn of my gaze. And the mind, the prompter, animates the ghosts of this stage, the dormant selves of this world. And on the basis of this one scene, this here and now, a spatiotemporal … More Consciousness: The Grand Trickster
It’s been a while since my last post, and I didn’t decide to come here because there was a piece inside me in need of expression. I am here just to challenge myself, to sit down to write in spite of having nothing to say. And perhaps something will come out of nothing. It’s been … More The Gift of Vulnerability
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
This veil! It is transparent, and the beloved in plain sight. But I am blinded by what I’ve taken to be seeing. There’s a seeing that shows and a seeing that hides. She is near and far, here and there, a yes and a no. She is my Mona Lisa. She is my Eroma. I … More My Eroma
The fall is here. It has made itself felt, from the inside; from the deep. The fall is vigorously marching toward me, the ground shaking more and more and I am trembling out of fear and uncertainty. The fall’s magnificence precedes its face. I love the fall. I love how the fall smells, I love … More Liquid Jesus
Logos is a threat to the intrinsic ambiguity of existence; it fragments an existence already shredded by time. Logos is the form-giving principle, and I despise form; but the lower soul despises form too, for it is only in moral and existential ambiguity of my Being that it gets to wallow in the filth of … More For the Love of Shadows
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
When we come to the realm of spirituality and metaphysics there are no words more misunderstood, and hence abused than the words love and heart. We attribute the origin of this misunderstanding of love and heart in the context of spirituality to the modern conception of human being as a purely individual phenomenon. Individualism can … More On True Love & Untrue 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
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