Consider the ends, we're told -- when the ends are as dim as our beginnings. We do not know about our birth; nor will we know much about our death.
Thirty-Nine. I have no thoughts on a number that is not imbued with arbitrary meaning. The age is a marker before a marker, like a quarter mile sign before a highway exit. It's only meaning is to mark a greater meaning to come. And yet it is confusing. It is a number that suggests movement,… Continue reading Thirty-Nine: On Rust and Madness
Consider the ends, we're told -- when the ends are as dim as our beginnings. We do not know about our birth; nor will we know much about our death. Contemplation of death is a gift life gives us. Fear of death -- that is a great danger that can only be overcome by contemplation...… Continue reading Consider the Lily’s End
Philosophical Fragments Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I was a teenager when I first experienced loneliness. I can't recall the precise moment -- but I have a hazy impression of it, like a meaningful place visited once, all blushes of color with no distinct… Continue reading The Inscrutable Loneliness of Belonging