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 […]
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 necessity to do. It […]
The enigmas of human psychology and culture are writ large in the domain of Gothic fascination with darkness and death.
True beauty just is, and exists before language, thought and technology.
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.
Broken things and imperfect people are often far more interesting than are complete and whole ones…
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.
Falling into emptiness…
There is darkness and there is light in every life.
The most beautiful things we ever experience are made all the more beautiful by their utter transience, impermanence and fleeting nature in time.
There exists a certain and specific (yet unbounded) freedom in our perception of the flight of birds…
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 […]
Daedelus Kite 