Tuesday, November 3, 2009
"Bryce swept his eyes around through the restaurant and saw the diners chatting, grinning, squabbling, romancing and thought of the pointlessness, the utter, awful pointlessness. Did he think it? No, he felt the pointlessness. He tasted the pointlessness of chatting, grinning, squabbling, romancing, struggling, eating, living, existing, thinking, feeling, tasting."
Monday, November 2, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Aye, a salvage operation, with oil slicks and Russian cutters and crusty sailors who constantly squint one eye... There be treasure in detritus.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I've been alone in this room too long. And what's with these damn crows? They're constantly crapping all over my bust of Pallas and throwing their shadows in impossible directions! And who the hell is Nevelle Moore?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
In the bourgeois vs. bohemian equation, spouses vs. lovers, accumulation vs. dissipation, security vs. freedom, I am on the far end of the latters.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Skill in spelling was obviated two decades ago by SpellCheck. And complete sentences? Totally overrated.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Struggle, and fail! Life is failure. The failure of the mind to comprehend, the failure of the body to persist, the failure of the ego to accept that life is finite and failing.
We screw down and find the cells breathing, the atoms spinning, the quarks pulsing, pulsing, pulsing in and out of existence, and it is revealed that the primary illusion, the primary fantasy, is identity.
Loving is as pointless and as passionate and as terrible as all the rest of the experience of living.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
“If we twist it, if we tweak it in some way … If we created a great enemy, or dramatized a great struggle … If we gave people some great identity, some great purpose, some great hope … This thing could become big. Do not ever let it become big. Let this remain small, and insignificant. Its significance is in its insignificance. … Don't worship it, don't fear it: just acknowledge it.”
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Any life is insignificant.
But the people play their parts, and play them with gusto, because they believe that their lives are significant.
Looking through the microscope at microorganisms, then the ocean with the microorganisms floating on the surface that extends to a far horizon in every direction, and travel over the ocean, and more, more microorganisms, and then the generations, the generations long dead of the microorganisms, and a person is but one microorganism, insignificant on a scale incomprehensible to the human mind.
But the people play their parts, and play them with gusto, because they believe that their lives are significant.
Looking through the microscope at microorganisms, then the ocean with the microorganisms floating on the surface that extends to a far horizon in every direction, and travel over the ocean, and more, more microorganisms, and then the generations, the generations long dead of the microorganisms, and a person is but one microorganism, insignificant on a scale incomprehensible to the human mind.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Who are you?
Buddhistically?: "I am not." Egotistically?: "I am Radigan." Poetically?: "I am no-one, who are you? I am no-one, so are you."
Buddhistically?: "I am not." Egotistically?: "I am Radigan." Poetically?: "I am no-one, who are you? I am no-one, so are you."
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
"...yet as humans named the winds and rains and sun and moon and bestowed upon them human personalities and foibles and desires and as humans named the universe and declared him to have human wrath and vengeance and mercy and love, so we will name the creatures of the dark and depict them with human characteristics and actions and perceptions and dialogue, and thus perpetuate our grand fiction that the forces beyond us are understandable to us; we are but slugs in the slime who can perceive only the slime yet believe that a dinosaur standing with one clawed toe in the slime is a thing that could be known to us: as the slugs describe the dinosaur's claw in slug terms, so we shall describe Slaed in human terms."
Thursday, August 6, 2009
There are these things we must do in order to stay alive, but there are also these things we must do because we are alive.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
If you periodically shatter and scatter, that is the cycle where I want to be involved with you, what I want to induce in you, the dissolution and fragmentation and enlivening and liberation from guilt and worry and grace.
I do not feel shame. I am a cogitating animal, aware of the fiction of supernatural moralities and the relativity of sociocultural moralities.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
I do nothing because there is nothing to do, and nothing to be done, and to believe that there is leads a path to misery.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
I can say the things within me until I die and you can listen to every one of them and you will still not know who I am. Nor I you. Nor anyone anyone.
I could tell you I love you. I could tell you I hate you. I could tell you I am not capable of loving, nor of hating. It all feels honest -- so how do I know what is honest?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Ambition is for suckers and Americans. It is vanity to believe that your particular life is important and that anything you do is of consequence.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Look to the future! Farther, farther. Look far forward into the future and everything is dead, all existence has ceased.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
I am a wintry soul.
No, I am a rainy soul. No, I am not a soul, without personhood. No, I am the only soul, the everything. But then what would that make you, if anything?
No, I am a rainy soul. No, I am not a soul, without personhood. No, I am the only soul, the everything. But then what would that make you, if anything?
Accepting as foregone the conclusion that you are as hippie as hippie can be, which parts of your hippieness do you denounce? The general grunginess? The transience and shallow connectivity of hippie relationships? The non-productivity of the hippie lifestyle, while the squares grow the food and mend the roads and engineer the furnaces that we hippies survive by?
Do you live with guilt? Do you live with loneliness? Do you live with dirt? is I guess what I'm saying.
Do you live with guilt? Do you live with loneliness? Do you live with dirt? is I guess what I'm saying.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
I feel a great sadness for lives not lived. All the decisions made resulting in all the lives precluded...
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
J watches romantic comedy movies; he does not watch war movies because he has lived through war. I watch war movies; I do not watch romantic comedy movies because I have lived through romantic comedy.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Baatar stepped his right foot to the edge, shifted his weight to his right foot and pivoted on his right foot. In his pivot, his gaze swept into the abyss that was now directly off his right boot and Baatar the Immortal Monster, the Slayer, the Will, the Psyche, the Lust for Living, the Hero of His Own Story, the Only Character in the Only Story, paused. Baatar paused and stared. The tip of his sword dipped to the stone floor. There was Nothing to be seen.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
But something must matter, mustn't it? And I must care about something, mustn't I? I care about beauty, but surely beauty doesn't matter. I care about poetry. Nothing could matter less than poetry.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Do coincidences mean anything to you? I'll offer: they mean nothing to me. No evidence of secret order to the universe, no guiding forces, no supernatural intelligences. The human mind, so successful at increasing the evolutionary adaptability of the human species because it is so adept at identifying patterns, is also so flawed by the same talent because it so often sees patterns where none exist.
But maybe you believe in Magic?
But maybe you believe in Magic?
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I do not recycle for the same reason that I do not play the lottery: because I understand mathematics.
The United States produces annually 254,000,000.00 short tons of garbage. One United States resident produces annually 0.84 short tons of garbage.(1)
For comparison, represent the garbage that one U.S. resident annually produces as one second. The garbage that the U.S. annually produces is then represented as nine and a half years. The difference that one second makes over a span of nine and a half years is incomprehensibly inconsequential. The garbage that any single U.S. resident produces is incomprehensibly inconsequential.
To act, one must be so vain as to believe that one's actions are of consequence; to recycle, you must believe that you make a difference, despite the mathematical truth that you do not make a difference.
Humans motivate their actions through egregious irrationality or outrageous vanity.
To be rational and undeluded about your relative value as a member of human society is to be philosophically closer to oblivion.
(1) United States Environmental Protection Agency, Municipal Solid Waste Generation, Recycling, and Disposal in the United States: Facts and Figures for 2007
The United States produces annually 254,000,000.00 short tons of garbage. One United States resident produces annually 0.84 short tons of garbage.(1)
For comparison, represent the garbage that one U.S. resident annually produces as one second. The garbage that the U.S. annually produces is then represented as nine and a half years. The difference that one second makes over a span of nine and a half years is incomprehensibly inconsequential. The garbage that any single U.S. resident produces is incomprehensibly inconsequential.
To act, one must be so vain as to believe that one's actions are of consequence; to recycle, you must believe that you make a difference, despite the mathematical truth that you do not make a difference.
Humans motivate their actions through egregious irrationality or outrageous vanity.
To be rational and undeluded about your relative value as a member of human society is to be philosophically closer to oblivion.
(1) United States Environmental Protection Agency, Municipal Solid Waste Generation, Recycling, and Disposal in the United States: Facts and Figures for 2007
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Is it really okay? It's a missed connection, isn't it? It's a fear and a sadness, and a sense that each individual is not worth so very much, because there are so many individuals, and how to distinguish them?
Monday, April 13, 2009
People are generally not interested in other people, so to be forthcoming is to be boring, because no one really cares. At the same time, people are generally vain, so they like to be forthcoming. This means that people are generally boring to one another.
The most difficult thing about being alone is remaining alone; other people regularly challenge your aloneness.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Humans are not very interesting creatures. Their behavior is simple and repetitive, and established and basically unchangeable by the time they're eight years old.
I have a bad and worsening habit of ignoring people.
I have a good and improving habit of ignoring people.
I have a good and improving habit of ignoring people.
I don't understand other humans' emotions and motivations. I can perceive them and ape them and cognitively diagram them, but I can't overlook the pointlessness. These soft organic unhardy precariously organized creatures are going to die. They know they are going to die. Why do they not act like they are going to die?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I have a terminal condition. It is my life. Why does this condition bother me when the same condition does not bother you? You do not think about the circumscribed epoch of your life. I think about it.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
This is not a violent thing, at least no more than sex is a violent thing. Sex is a violent thing and the most tender of things.
You do not want to know my thoughts, you would not like them, you would never accept them, and, most hopeless of all, you could not understand them.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Maintain in your possession a tangible symbol of life yet to come. A train schedule, a folded map, an unopened condom—each in its iconization of promise may serve as a talisman against daily pain.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
We don't bury goods with the dead; we keep those for the living. We don't believe in sentiment; we don't feel it. We don't lose time over emotion for there is only limited time for action. We don't weep, we don't agonize, we don't idealize; we kill whenever there is benefit in it. We eat you, because you are made of meat.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Until every child already in existence lives without suffering, there is no justification for creating another child.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The laughter of others reminds me that death is approaching.
Every laugh is a laugh in the face of death. A laugh is a rebuff of death. A laugh is wholly irrational, as life in an expanding, freezing, and dying universe is.
Death -- obliteration -- comes regardless.
Every laugh is a laugh in the face of death. A laugh is a rebuff of death. A laugh is wholly irrational, as life in an expanding, freezing, and dying universe is.
Death -- obliteration -- comes regardless.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Theological noncognitivism: 'god' is an incomprehensible idea. How can something exist outside of the natural world, unmeasureable, unknowable, unperceivable, yet have an effect upon the natural world? It is incoherent. Yet there is something that exists with certainty outside of the natural world and has an effect upon the natural world: thought. So now the idea of 'god' is thinkable. And because all of the universe is created by the consciousness and exists only as thought, we have in fact found 'god the creator.' It is the ukhaan; it is I.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Choosing to not act is as worthy as choosing to act; choosing to cease is as worthy as choosing to live.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Pretending that the universe has meaning does give it meaning, but it is just pretend, but it is real, because reality is pretend.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I like soda pop with ice cubes late at night, movies on Saturday afternoon, and women who wear perfume.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I am not special; there are thousands identical to me. You are not special; there are thousands identical to you. But I held your head in my hands, and we were gentle, and the memory of that, lived or imagined, is the only thing that is real and certain and persisting, and important.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
accepting nothing
challenging the void itself to prove itself
and nothing to support him or catch him
spins through the void
true intellectual fortitude is required to embrace uncertainty
is independent, free in the world, and unconcerned with the ridiculousness that has come before
challenging the void itself to prove itself
and nothing to support him or catch him
spins through the void
true intellectual fortitude is required to embrace uncertainty
is independent, free in the world, and unconcerned with the ridiculousness that has come before
You see, the atheist derives childish reassurance from a logically unsupportable system of belief concerning the nature of existence, and in this way is no different from your average born-again Jesus-fellating Christian, secure in his “knowledge” of something that cannot be known, whereas the agnostic exhibits true intellectual fortitude through the difficult and uncomfortable acceptance of all-pervading uncertainty. The atheist mind rests untroubled in its cradle of certainty, spitting up all over logic and using rationalism as its diaper while cuddling self-satisfaction to its uncreased cheek, but the agnostic mind careens through the existential void at uncontrollable velocities in defiance of any effort to delimit what is and is not possible, demanding each viewpoint (including cherished atheism, precious and sacrosanct to the weaker minds) to prove itself, and remaining unsurprised though bemused as each fails, and the uncompromising agnostic mind rockets ever onward toward unknown destiny.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Much poetry that is designated as "poetry" is uncreative, uninteresting free verse; song lyrics, however, rigidly adhere to the poetic standards of rhyme and meter. Songwriter-as-poet and lyrics-as-poetry are particularly apparent in hip-hop or rap, with the musicality reduced to a minimum, and the merit of the art judged not on musicianship but on the imagery and poetry of the verse. Hip-hop is produced and is popular in what seems every language in the world. It's cool to be a "hip-hop artist;" it's dorky to be a "poet," but broad appreciation of evocative and linguistically acrobatic poetry is certain.
Friday, February 27, 2009
The only incontestable fact of existence: I cannot know whether I am alone.
In order to live, I must ignore the only incontestable fact of existence.
In order to live, I must ignore the only incontestable fact of existence.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
No! I want to wake up Sunday mornings in white sheets entwined with you.
No! I want to wake up face down in dusty alleys in Polynesia.
No. I do not want to wake up.
No! I want to wake up face down in dusty alleys in Polynesia.
No. I do not want to wake up.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
You've had lovers, do you think about them?, are we not supposed to think about them?, then what are we to think about?, it's 6:30 AM.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
I got a new ring. It's made of solid gold, covered in plastic.
It looks just like a plastic ring, but mine's made of solid gold.
It looks just like a plastic ring, but mine's made of solid gold.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Monday, December 29, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Flipping the coin: 50% heads, 50% tails. No odds are given for the coin landing on its edge, yet sometimes it does.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
The implications of philosophical truth are so horrifying that the human mind cannot comprehend them and remain sane.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
The more I think, the less human I become.
Why is this? Isn’t thinking exactly what distinguishes humans from everything else in existence?
Why is this? Isn’t thinking exactly what distinguishes humans from everything else in existence?
Monday, October 20, 2008
I do not believe in the existence of other people, but I do not believe in the non-existence of other people, either. It is an inhuman way to live, but it is the only way that is logically consistent. Logic, it turns out, is not for humans.
Friday, September 26, 2008
“Did you ever have that happen where you’re sitting in front of the computer all day and then you go outside and you’re amazed by the resolution of everything? Like, ‘Wow! Look at the leaves on that tree!’”
“Yeah, the pixels in meatspace are really small.”
“Yeah, the pixels in meatspace are really small.”
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
"Fun but pointless: I guess that pretty much sums it up. In fact, I guess that pretty much sums up existence."
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Nationalism encourages war. Do not associate yourself with any nation; associate yourself only with humanity.
Monday, September 8, 2008
Yes, I think in language. Yes, I organize all of reality in language. Yes, I exist in language. But language is not my existence.
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Humans really like killing each other. They do it again and again, on massive scales. Humans do not like being killed and they do not like those humans to whom they are close being killed. This is a paradox.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
"We all have our little ideas about what life is. If we don’t have those ideas, we don’t go on living."
Monday, August 18, 2008
Entropy is constantly grinding each of us to nothingness, but it grinds down some of us so much sooner than others, whether it is that we begin with so much less energy, or that entropy grinds us down at such a higher rate, or some sum of these.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Our great unanswered mystery of philosophy, medicine, neuroscience, psychology: how is it that an immaterial thing—consciousness—can act upon, and be acted upon by, a material universe? How can the immaterial and the material causally interact?
One resolution: the perceived material universe is immaterial, for it exists only within the immaterial consciousness. For example: I am a Boltzmann brain, and all of my perceived reality is in fact imagined by me and therefore immaterial; my consciousness can interact with this perceived reality unparadoxically because there is no interaction between the immaterial and the material: my immaterial consciousness is interacting only with itself. The true material reality of the Boltzmann brain that gives rise to my consciousness is unperceived—and perhaps unperceivable—by my consciousness.
The Internet might already be conscious, in a way that we cannot conceive. It might not be able to comprehend, relate to, or communicate with us, just as I cannot comprehend, relate to, or communicate with the neurons of my brain.
Imagine the Internet believing itself to exist in a material universe, but that universe in fact existing only immaterially within the Internet. This is analogous to me as a Boltzmann brain believing myself to exist in a material universe, but that universe in fact existing only immaterially within my consciousness.
One resolution: the perceived material universe is immaterial, for it exists only within the immaterial consciousness. For example: I am a Boltzmann brain, and all of my perceived reality is in fact imagined by me and therefore immaterial; my consciousness can interact with this perceived reality unparadoxically because there is no interaction between the immaterial and the material: my immaterial consciousness is interacting only with itself. The true material reality of the Boltzmann brain that gives rise to my consciousness is unperceived—and perhaps unperceivable—by my consciousness.
The Internet might already be conscious, in a way that we cannot conceive. It might not be able to comprehend, relate to, or communicate with us, just as I cannot comprehend, relate to, or communicate with the neurons of my brain.
Imagine the Internet believing itself to exist in a material universe, but that universe in fact existing only immaterially within the Internet. This is analogous to me as a Boltzmann brain believing myself to exist in a material universe, but that universe in fact existing only immaterially within my consciousness.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
“I will be dead, and you will hear about it, and you will think, ‘It was a tragedy that he ever lived.’”
Monday, August 11, 2008
"Ha ha. You ask me whether a story actually happened? I tell you, I am not certain and cannot be certain whether any event has ever occurred. You ask me whether I invented a story? I tell you, I have a suspicion that I am inventing everything, including you, but of the validity of this suspicion I am not certain, and--and this is the important part--I cannot be certain."
Sunday, August 10, 2008
“We be in Hell, and he be the Devil.”
“If we be in Hell, then those be demons,” and he gestured at the hundreds of winking glowering eyes in the crimson dark surrounding them. Then nodding at the sleeping form of Baatar, “And he be the angel conducting us through them.”
“If we be in Hell, then those be demons,” and he gestured at the hundreds of winking glowering eyes in the crimson dark surrounding them. Then nodding at the sleeping form of Baatar, “And he be the angel conducting us through them.”
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Sunday, August 3, 2008
“Writing things down is civilization. It is how the living receive ideas from each other and from the dead; it is how the living pass on ideas to each other and to the unborn.”
Friday, August 1, 2008
"Where are you going with your life? Here, do you see this? This is my life. ...If I am alive in twenty-nineteen, this is what I will be doing. It does not matter who else is alive at that time. It does not matter if I am the only one alive at that time. It does not matter if I am limbless, sightless, whatever. This is what I will be doing."
"...This is a chart of thoughts."
"These are thoughts that need to be thought out."
"What is this column of numbers?"
"The mythical birth of some hippie in a desert is not the beginning of time for me. This system begins time from the date of my first recorded thought, which corresponds to nineteen-eighty-eight in this Christian system."
"...This goes on for a hundred years. Do you think you're going to live to a hundred and thirty?"
"If I am alive in twenty-one-oh-eight, this is what I will be doing. I don't know if I will be alive in twenty-one-oh-eight, and I don't know if I'll be alive in twenty-oh-nine, but if I am, this is what I will be doing."
"...You think so differently from other people."
"I think. I wonder whether other people think."
"You are such an asshole."
"I plainly am not and cannot be certain whether other people think."
"Because you are a solipsist."
"Because I am the Solipsist. Logic concludes that there is only one for certain."
She was crying again.
"...This is a chart of thoughts."
"These are thoughts that need to be thought out."
"What is this column of numbers?"
"The mythical birth of some hippie in a desert is not the beginning of time for me. This system begins time from the date of my first recorded thought, which corresponds to nineteen-eighty-eight in this Christian system."
"...This goes on for a hundred years. Do you think you're going to live to a hundred and thirty?"
"If I am alive in twenty-one-oh-eight, this is what I will be doing. I don't know if I will be alive in twenty-one-oh-eight, and I don't know if I'll be alive in twenty-oh-nine, but if I am, this is what I will be doing."
"...You think so differently from other people."
"I think. I wonder whether other people think."
"You are such an asshole."
"I plainly am not and cannot be certain whether other people think."
"Because you are a solipsist."
"Because I am the Solipsist. Logic concludes that there is only one for certain."
She was crying again.
“I’ve just never had any use for people. And people get angry when you don’t have any use for them.”
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Nobody is interested in my stuff more than I am, and I am not interested in anybody's stuff more than my own.
This is what life is: creating a world for oneself.
This is what life is: creating a world for oneself.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Each of the humans displayed a facial expression when reading the Black Stone. Each expression was different. Some of the expressions displayed the human’s thoughts and emotions; some of the expressions concealed the human’s thoughts and emotions.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
...nothing so noble as a good speech well delivered, a good poem well recited, or a good joke well told.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
It is uncommon for an animal to destroy itself. It is common for a human to destroy itself. What differentiates an animal from a human? A human is capable of philosophically examining the phenomenon of existence. Though hindered by an animal-like lust for survival, a human can comprehend the vanity of existence.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
He saw the God, the Creator, the Merciful and Unmerciful, the Terrible, the Loving, the All-Mighty Devilish Unimaginable Horror. He saw the Power emanating from the Center, permeating into the Everywhere.
He saw nothing.
He saw nothing.
Monday, June 23, 2008
“She could be like, ‘Radigan, I had sex with—’ No, she would say, ‘Rad-ee-gan?’ And I would say, ‘**-**-***?’ And she would giggle. So she could be like, ‘Rad-ee-gan, I had sex with the air force.’ And I would be like, ‘I forgive you, Baby.’”
“That good?”
“That good.”
“So what happened?”
“What always happens.”
“That good?”
“That good.”
“So what happened?”
“What always happens.”
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
"A popular social philosopher wrote, 'You show me the people who control the money, the land, and the weapons, and I’ll show you the people in charge.' Everyone at this party is a member of American society. Is anyone at this party in charge of American society? No. They are here pursuing their petty pleasures. Next workday morn, they will go back to their petty roles in support of the people in charge, insensible to the suffering that their society causes in faraway deserts. Little Eichmanns we are, and grotesque is our merry-making."
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
I am edgily Buddhist. Life is suffering. Desire is the source of all suffering. The only way to be free of suffering is to give up desire.
I abandon. I walk away. I don't know of anything that I have ever had that I believed was worth the effort.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
There is no meaning nor purpose to existence. You must create meaning or purpose for your life. But any meaning or purpose that you create for yourself is only just that: created. It is imaginary.
You almost died, and you didn’t, but it does not matter. If you had died, it would not have mattered. It would have mattered to a few people, oh so very few people, for only a little while, such a little while. And then they would exist without you. And everything would exist without you. And it doesn’t matter. You will still die anyway. And everything and everyone will exist without you.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
I am not an entertainer. I do not care whether you are entertained by my writing. I am presenting ideas.
Friday, April 18, 2008
The greatest horror of the Holocaust is that it will be repeated.
. . . on larger and larger scales, for as long as humans exist.
. . . on larger and larger scales, for as long as humans exist.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I’d like to support those kinds of books, the kind that could never be popular, the kind that cut you when you pick them up.
The wine glass slid off the bar and onto the floor and shattered. I could only look at it. Another broken glass. How many glasses had I broken in my life?
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
I am not a part of a country, I am a part of humanity. I do not care about the fate of the United States or Mongolia or any other ephemeral nation, culture, group. My aspirations are for all of humanity.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Everyone is expendable, everyone is replaceable.
The only one whose existence is important is the ukhaan (the self, the one, the consciousness), and the only one to whom the ukhaan’s existence is important is the ukhaan.
The only one whose existence is important is the ukhaan (the self, the one, the consciousness), and the only one to whom the ukhaan’s existence is important is the ukhaan.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
A conscious entity is not and cannot be certain whether anything other than itself exists.
Yes, you can go about living your life just fine without thinking about this.
But if you do think about this, you cannot go about living your life just fine.
Paradox, anomy, horror: conscious existence can only be endured through willfully ignoring the only knowable characteristic of conscious existence.
Yes, you can go about living your life just fine without thinking about this.
But if you do think about this, you cannot go about living your life just fine.
Paradox, anomy, horror: conscious existence can only be endured through willfully ignoring the only knowable characteristic of conscious existence.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The best stories I have encountered... are about meaninglessness, anomy, universal arbitrariness... and occasional human cruelty, human insanity in the face of that.