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…

Desire and Fear

We are bound by fear to our Objects and fantasies of Other and Self as much as by desire and there is a complex logical undercurrent and rationale to the ways that we (enigmatically) encrypt aversion into attraction and revulsion or death into fertility and life.

Unattainable You

You can not be whole for the same reason you can not control the world - there is at base no controller, knower or self and this is the greatest unacknowledged enigma of our world.


Topical hypothesis: a simple flower is naturally sincere (and profound) in a way no words can ever truly depict. I can not capture such authenticity but words can still (enigmatically) manage to successfully render my failure to do so; I wonder what this says about words, about communication and about minds. The Object of fascination…