We are that living matter through which the logic of self-replication self-replicates; we are not the bearers or the beneficiaries of this process, we are the medium through which it (shockwave-like) passes. Continue reading Self-replication, imperfect.
It is staggering (and blissfully unacknowledged) the extent to which this world of ours and all of its many anthropomorphic catastrophes are all quite simply occurring within and emanating from these brains between our ears. Continue reading A Self-Extinguishing Flame
Introspection is endless and is for all this – endlessly problematic. Continue reading On Introspection (as Reality)
Consider this unravelling vessel, this body… Continue reading Aperture, Pattern and Emptiness
Some truths and realities may just be monumentally and inconceivably vaster than human minds can ever comprehend… Continue reading Of Stardust and Story-telling
Humanity and human life is not, could never be, the measure of all things beyond those metrics and structures we inscribe (like transient, flickering neon lights) upon the darkness of cosmic depth… Continue reading Strange Games
The mad parade of daily, weekly, yearly working life catches up with me in these moments… Continue reading On Setting Suns
