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Circles and Points (of existence).
I am a point on the circumference of a circle. Senselessness is demonstrated by the irrationality of pi separating me from the point who created me, the center and progenitor of the circle upon which I lie. I, as it, am not extended. The vastness of pointless space separates us, allows for the existence of us both ( Read more... ) -
I am my own guinea pig.
I hesitate to write about this in a public medium. For one thing, it's prone to eliciting responses I have no desire to instill or see. For another, it's the sort of thing that tends to make me doubt the intentions of the person who's publicly talking about it ( Read more... ) -
Dancing around the issue, even as I start from the beginning.
The philosophical basis of my existence is individual, self-tended happiness.
I spent a lot of time coming to that conclusion, but I'm happy with it as a reason-for-living, as an answer to the Great, Persistent question of Why.
It's not very deep, but after a thorough and discerning examination, I don't think life is very deep. A glimpse into the ( Read more... ) -
Not a secret.
This really is what life is all about ( Read more... ) -
Some thoughts from the day. Nothing spectacular.
So chill today. Packed a lot, and got nostalgic about the country on Google Street View. As much as one can, anyway. Amazed that the world still doesn't know it exists, and refuses to. Maybe that will change within my lifetime, but this country is so large that I have my doubts ( Read more... ) -
Beauty, Danger, Romance.
Mishima was right. When I was young, it was the danger of beauty that appealed. Now, it is the beauty of danger. (See here.) But when one reads highly psychological works, the main appeal is inevitably those moments when you're pegged like a butterfly on a board, locked in a case, observed ( Read more... ) -
To get us to the end of time.
If people were not kept alive indefinitely on tubes and machines, the average life expectancy of a human being would drop by six years. Secrets learned from NICU nurses. And given that that isn't, well, life, by any measure I'd care to have, I've been forced to readjust my expectations. To consider the world, and the human mind, and what it means ( Read more... ) -
Artificial lights.
At the moment, I live in a post-apocalyptic, deserted rural wasteland. Rent is cheap, most of the stores fall into the Thrift and Dollar varieties, and the only place of substance is, as one might expect, WalMart ( Read more... ) -
Remember.
When I was twelve years old, my mother finally left my stepfather, and we moved cross-country from Southern California to Ohio. We took a roundabout trip, stopping by the Grand Canyon and Vegas and a million places along the way. And somewhere on that trip, or shortly before, or shortly afterwards, I made a concerted effort to forget everything ( Read more... ) -
Completely self-contained.
Oddly pleased to see that this place is more-or-less as I left it. More active than I expected, though I admit to not expecting too much. Lately a place to reflect has seemed useful, and occasionally even necessary, but I'm not certain that's going to happen. Not today ( Read more... )