I write on death to express some feelings about my life that I feel are atypical and unconventional, yet insightful. This ties into my philosophy of sanity and the compulsion to be "in" rather than "out", but I don’t explicitly mean to talk about mental states here. Just about my own, in fact. I love … Continue reading Preparation for Death and Dying
Life is like a flame that burns on a wick. If it burns too strongly, it could destroy itself in a flash, but if it doesn't burn strongly enough, only the faintest puff of breath is needed to blow it out completely.
Who am I? Therapy or meditation? Psychedelic bliss or medication? Embodied chaos freed versus freedom from institution taken? What makes the cave so different from the outside when, in either one, you can always smile or hide? I see no difference in the waves that come by trough before crest and those that flow from … Continue reading The Box
"What makes life so worth living is that one day we lose it all. Stay close to your loved ones, and bundle up and be ready for the cold. Life is better with warmer hands to hold."
This question may seem like something only a madman would ask, but if there's anything I've learned in the last few years it's that "madmen" often have the most interesting things to say. My interest in philosophy started when I read Albert Camus's The Stranger as a sophomore in high school, and since then existentialism … Continue reading Is there a Reason to Live?