Some number of years ago now, I remember witnessing a filmic representation of something written by Charles Bukowski, its title eludes me. This was perhaps characteristically, miserably bizzarre and featured some peculiar and wicked strand of thought concerning a discovery that the narrator was the only real person and everyone else he encountered were soul-less, […]
Have you ever considered that the myriad sorrows and insecurities we all share are really not ours at all?
Ours is a world in which there exists immense and unremitting uncertainty and doubt…
Sentience is clearly a magnificent experience, infinitely more to be preferred than the antagonistic conditions of unconsciousness or death, but for all its grandeur and richness it carries within itself a bitter seed: foreknowledge of personal death. The grave awareness of personal extinction is not even necessarily a purely human curse. We can do little […]