Against the Dead World: An Essay on Meaning, Myth, and the Crime of Taking the Map for the Living Land

We were not born into a dead world. We were born into a living stream of meaning, and only later taught to mistake its shadow for reality. The world handed to us by scientism is neat and measurable, but at once an utterly lifeless picture framed so tightly that the pulse of Being can no longer be felt within it. And yet we are asked to live there, to love there, to find meaning there.

This essay is a refusal. A refusal to take the model for the living, the map for the land, the shadow for the flame. It is an invitation to reclaim what was never lost but merely loaned out, the living flow of meaning itself, from which all pictures borrow their meanings and by which alone anything is ever real. … More Against the Dead World: An Essay on Meaning, Myth, and the Crime of Taking the Map for the Living Land

World as Veil: When presence itself becomes the concealment

I speak to you, my comrade, of a state that’s veiled to you from time immemorial; but I must speak carefully or else my words can veil you even further, and that’s not due to the influence of the words but of how you are conditioned to receive and comprehend them. Before I proceed, I … More World as Veil: When presence itself becomes the concealment

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

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

The Mirror, the Man, and the Divine

If only you could zoom out enough to see the camera rolling, the setup and the stage and the props that you call your life and your possessions—that’s the true freedom: to see that all is already done and unified, that nothing needs to be done, that no one and nothing is out there, even the “out there” isn’t out there. Nothing was ever created, as there was never a need for it. Only then it’s recognized that the new man was the only man. … More The Mirror, the Man, and the Divine