My eyes opened. I was awake and not sure why. I turned to my side and looked at the clock and it was 5:24am – the flashing lights of the alarm lit up the entire room- it blinked to a dull rhythm. AdvertisementsRead More The Flowers Still Blossom
So, as it seems, our life can be metaphorically extended into individual, and neatly packed, units of time. Each new day we start over and our potentiality gets reset — we shower and cleanse ourselves for a new day and hope that, as Annie says, that the sun will come out (tomorrow). Our optimism is […]Read More HAPPY NEW NOW!
Becoming aware of my own intoxication always seems to come to the forefront of my cognition through the same path as a wonderful idea AdvertisementsRead More Learning to Die
Ever since childhood I have been obsessed with attending church and as a product of that obsession I have attended the church services of nearly 20 different religious traditions. My fascination with religion was and is deeply rooted in what is essentially a deeply rooted fascination with the idea of death. I remember as a […]Read More On My Mission
I am well aware that the TV series Lost ended over four years ago and this examination is long overdue, AdvertisementsRead More Becoming: a brief Philosophical Examination of the TV Series Lost
Part 1: Today is a Wednesday and for the most part, as far as the world is concerned, it is a day of very little significance. AdvertisementsRead More Geworfen
Dearest people, of who I do not know. AdvertisementsRead More Estrangement.
Part 1, Escape All of this started several Sundays ago while I was minding my own business and doing my normal Sunday things. I woke up, made coffee, took the dog for a walk and then took a nice long shower. But afterward, I went back to bed, as I was feeling especially lazy […]Read More Escape and Release
My favorite part of the day has always been the first instant you wake up in the morning and even if you are in the same place you normally awake- it all seems new. It’s like being born over and over again. I was lying in a bed and although I was covered in layers […]Read More Finding Sartre