“What is the meaning of life? That was all – a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.” – Virginia Woolf […]
A problem that I find myself returning to incessantly over the course of extended study and participatory observation in this human life and the diversity of cultural experience we all share is that of misunderstanding. The Philosophers would perhaps identify the problem as being one of Ontological Misunderstanding, of an essential mischaracterisation or ill-informed pattern […]
If all of life, all of matter, energy and the autonomously self-propagating, soliton-like and computational shock or compression wave of sentience and intelligence is to mean anything at all, it is in the glorious ambiguity of semantics and degrees of freedom by and through which we bootstrap ourselves back up into that world of logical […]
The presence of absence, of difference and that distance by which perception and experience are even made possible is that mystery which we might aspirationally identify or at the very least interpret as love. Romantic love between two human beings, or platonic and selfless compassion from one person directed to the whole world, is in […]
It is not just what is said that matters, but also – the way in which it is said, the nuance, the poetry and the subtlety. This is the second-order semantics of meaning and style in communication and thought. It is not enough to simply know the names of things, the measures and to collect […]
Travelling into the future is an inverse archaeology of entropy. There is some possible future, a singular branch of most probable outcomes in an undiscovered and unknowable configuration of ourselves towards which we all travel. A small consolation lies in being clever enough to decode this inexorable material process and abstract logical labyrinth of decay […]
The enigmas of human psychology and culture are writ large in the domain of Gothic fascination with darkness and death.
The logical necessity of recursively enigmatic self-propagation remains mysterious and somehow also essential for life and sentience.
For a Universe to have spontaneously emerged from nothing may be an alternate view on the the same fact as that it has always existed. It is not the logic which fails so much as the implicit (or apparent) boundaries of our own minds.
The fact that any of this is happening at all is really quite peculiar but we seem to be blind to it, desensitised, unaware.
The one ultimate truth is that there is no ultimate truth.
There is darkness and there is light in every life.
