A Home Built on Quicksand

In the dim halo around Babushka’s rocking chair, a man pleads for a single nod that will never come. His monologue drifts between heartbreak and the deeper terror of becoming irrelevant in a universe that refuses to speak. What unfolds is not a search for comfort but a confrontation with silence itself—the kind that swallows every question and leaves a man facing the truth that meaning is never given, only begged for, and rarely received. … More A Home Built on Quicksand

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

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?

When God Plays

What you call hell is you taking this all too seriously, and heaven is your full presence in the play; they are not realities but your perspective on what is! So, drop all this metaphysics; instead, make merry and enjoy the play.  … More When God Plays