On a summer Saturday road trip, listening to a song ("Crazy Circles") by old rock band Bad Company and the lyrics caught me mid-thought on a topic of entropy and political power: "Life is just a game of chance." While it is true that life is fundamentally random and the large-scale statistical drift into patterns…
Spring Blossoms
Flowers fascinate me - it is Spring here and they are blooming everywhere. There is no simpler representation or resonance of natural beauty and symmetry. They also remind us of the transience, fragility and value of our own sentience, life and experience; external appearances and a temporary flourish of colour and life are wonderful, glorious…
The Freedom of Words
City flowers in summer. In every sentence, every voiced utterance and subtle nuance or aspiration towards meaning and purpose, we are that through which the world comes to know itself. These patterns and vibrant tapestry of mixed, living concept and blind, unknowing information are doing little more than that which the world is bound by…
Time, like liquid logic flows…
Time...
Self-replication, imperfect.
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.
A Self-Extinguishing Flame
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.
On Introspection (as Reality)
Introspection is endless and is for all this - endlessly problematic.
Aperture, Pattern and Emptiness
Consider this unravelling vessel, this body...
Of Stardust and Story-telling
Some truths and realities may just be monumentally and inconceivably vaster than human minds can ever comprehend...
Strange Games
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...
On Setting Suns
The mad parade of daily, weekly, yearly working life catches up with me in these moments...
The Improbable Dream
It can be simultaneously entertaining and cathartic to dream improbable dreams...
