The social climate being what it is with regards to the dominant topics of the time, I've occasionally found myself pondering the ideas of gender, gender identity, and whatnot lately. In the current terminology I suppose I would most accurately be labeled a straight cis white male. Ugh, fucking horrible, those guys are the WORST, … Continue reading Pondering Gender and Identity and Whatnot
"Waves crash down, unrelenting, unending. We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse; colossal mountain ranges eroded to jagged shorelines; aged cliff tops, decrepit and helpless; earthen cadavers now ripe for mining to the very core of our souls. Or so we would have you think. Magic is willpower. Willpower is magic. Self-knowledge … Continue reading “We are stone shaped by the force of its abuse;”
Or. Do. They? O.o 1.))) Every experience in this life is a lesson. The most difficult moments hide the lessons we most resist learning. 2.))) The things that make us angry show us when we need to practice letting go. Typing that sentence is a million times easier than figuring out how to actually do … Continue reading Ten Stupid Things That Sound Intelligent and Profound (Or Do They?)
What follows is a selection from The Sacred Lost Tomes of The Ryan, the brief and terrible history of which is glossed over here and here. Attempting to be a poem, this piece was written during my sophomore year at the University of New Mexico, and is perhaps overtly influenced by all of the Nietzsche I was reading … Continue reading erhaben
"Do you have courage, O my brothers? Are you brave? Not courage before witnesses but the courage of hermits and eagles, which is no longer watched even by a god. Cold souls, mules, the blind, and the drunken I do not call brave. Brave is he who knows fear but conquers fear, who sees the … Continue reading The Courage of Hermits and Eagles
Jelena Mrkich, Art Therapist "...and a deep and weary disdain for all those who work for mankind, for all those who fight for their realm and give their lives so that civilization may continue... ...a disdain full of disgust for those who don't realize that the only reality is each man's soul, and that everything … Continue reading Disquiet, In Scorn and Solipsism
What follows is a selection from The Sacred Lost Tomes of The Ryan, the brief and terrible history of which is glossed over here and here. This poor excuse for poetry was written circa 2002 while I was living in Albuquerque, eating all the hallucinogens I could find while obsessively listening to TOOL and reading way too … Continue reading farewell to self
I think I may have reduced the entirety of my existential crises down to a single, yet powerful, philosophical dilemma: How to reconcile my innate nihilism with my cosmic Buddhism. Is it, indeed, possible to believe in nothing and everything? We shall see... 🙂 (Perhaps this is a repurposing of sorts.) Also, it turns out … Continue reading A ridiculously short post on an infinitely prodigious topic.