“The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.”
— William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act V, Scene I.
“The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.”
— William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act V, Scene I.
We can contemplate the absence of experience only through experience itself. The deepest sadness is not that we die, but how readily we diminish the extraordinary possibility of being alive.
The internet promised freedom of expression. Instead, it has created a communications environment where serious thought carries increasing personal risks, while trolling, manipulation and intimidation flourish.
Our existential crisis lies in this entanglement: the relations through which we could create different, better, futures keep being recruited into the continuation of the arrangements that restrict them.
Much of what capitalism conditions us to fear in communism is what concentrated capitalism already does: centralise power, narrow freedom, restrict opportunity and preserve poverty as structural necessity.
Peace is not the absence of conflict but the difficult art of sustaining difference without collapse.
What is missing precedes the language with which we attempt to describe its consequences.
Redemption, like freedom, is not of self. It is from self.
The world does not need to collapse this hard or this fast. There are people who benefit from disorder and others who profit by it, but none of them are outside the structure they exploit. Everyone is anchored to the same reef of dependencies, because at this scale disagreement does not create separation. Dense intercommunication […]
Psychoanalysis begins with a joke that only works because it fails: the patient arrives burdened with paranoia, anxiety, and unhappiness, and the doctor replies that this is simply the human condition. (Cure denied.) The moment this is understood, the structure collapses. The consulting room becomes a mirror, not a remedy, and what it reflects is […]
The infinite is an idea we return to not because it resolves questions, but because it resists resolution. We surround it with language, belief, argument, and ritual, attempting to stabilise what cannot be fixed. There are no receipts for the purchase. Any infinity exceeds its description, regardless of how carefully the conceptual scaffolding is constructed. […]
Peace begins where the self dissolves, not as annihilation but as return. The mind’s reflex to grasp at identity falters, and what remains is the stillness that underlies all becoming. In the portrait, serenity is not performed—it emanates from absence. Light and shadow no longer compete; they coexist, sustained by the same field. The face […]
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