There is no best, there is only better and it is a consequence of core psychological fallacies that we even assert or adhere to concepts and narratives of artistic, literary, ideological, political or existential completion and closure. It is always possible to creatively extend any system (or creative act of self-definition) by intuition and recursive…
If there is one thing of any value to learn about the ways that the forms of our lives exist, it is that there is no single, simple or final answer. All of logic, all of knowledge and all of reality finds itself riven by that mysterious discontinuity and self-inflection that, in encountering itself as…
We build machines to define ourselves but in neither do we find the certainty or the completeness we seek.
These masks of self obscure only the fact of their own emptiness.
There are always things beyond the intelligible boundaries of the cognitive logic and cultural grammars within which we live.
The core experience and sense or perception of self is real, but the self is not.
The true measure of value and of political, organisational and ideological sincerity is the extent of persistent selfless sacrifice and unselfish compassion.
What if there was nothing at all?
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...
We find ourselves endlessly aspiring towards procedurally patterned symmetries of refinement in an iterated and accelerating aspiration towards beauty, knowledge and control.