It is a little hard not to feel somewhat dispossessed and saddened by the arc of catastrophe that human history traces in time. There is some essential adversarial turn in psychology and nature that provides and requires the entropy from which new forms of thought and life are able to emerge. We come to depend…
It is an interesting thought that while we all appear to possess some degree of free will and self-determination, and beyond the intractable differences of a diversity of philosopical (and, let's face it - political) thought on the matter, much of our mental lives are shaped and patterned by the contexts that we find ourselves…
Falsity carries less information, less entropy and consequently travels more efficiently through a transmission medium.
We are sentient nature.
The entropy of difference provides discrete patterns of information and thought with the energy, complexity and momentum they require to self-propagate.
The true measure of value and of political, organisational and ideological sincerity is the extent of persistent selfless sacrifice and unselfish compassion.
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.
Conflict and the means or methods of its execution lie at the center of all personal and (by extension or necessary inversion) collective history.
There is no "best" theory, there are only progressively "better" ones.
Falling into emptiness...
There is no "best" idea, there are only "better" ones.