City flowers in summer. In every sentence, every voiced utterance and subtle nuance or aspiration towards meaning and purpose, we are that through which the world comes to know itself. These patterns and vibrant tapestry of mixed, living concept and blind, unknowing information are doing little more than that which the world is bound by…
We are all, each and every one of us, "creative types".
If we seek to explain sentience and consciousness we might not be particularly comforted by what we ultimately discover.
Every generation reinvents ennui.
We are the self-replicating logic of logical self-replication itself, repetition with refinement and variation.
Life is commonly considered as antithetical to death but in some ways, there may be a common ground and source between them.
We are Nowhere...