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…
We find ourselves endlessly aspiring towards procedurally patterned symmetries of refinement in an iterated and accelerating aspiration towards beauty, knowledge and control.
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.
That which frees us is also that which binds us.
Do we fall in love with a person or do we fall in love with the idea of a person? We can never ever really get inside someone else’s head, experience the world as they do and through their eyes, so we are surely only ever as much in love with who we think that […]
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.
Justice or fairness is not implicit in the world; we have to continuously define, cultivate and maintain it ourselves.
There exists a certain and specific (yet unbounded) freedom in our perception of the flight of birds…
Love is a theorem of that deeper drive and fundamental axiom towards unity, procreation and species self-propagation that as incorporate creatures we translate as desire.
A love story. With zombies.