Thoughts

I read a psychiatry article yesterday about self-deception. Unfortunately it didn't define what it meant by the word and it made everything sound like self-deception: hope and hopelessness, self-confidence and self-worthlessness, tomayto and tomahto. It seemed like everything we told ourselves was a lie and that thoughts were self-deceit. If we didn't have thoughts, perhaps … Continue reading Thoughts →

Cuuuuuubes!

You're in a cube and you can only ever see inside your own cube, but you could have a one-way window that you could look out and see that there are other cubes other than yours, but you can't see inside them, and your cube is the only cube that you can ever see inside. … Continue reading Cuuuuuubes! →

Spinny Wheel of Existence

What if humans desire the feel-good things like meaning and connection merely because, in the past long ago, those that didn't desire or have those things died out? With lack of meaning, the ones who died out saw no reason to try to survive. Thus maybe the only reason we have this deep-seated need for … Continue reading Spinny Wheel of Existence →

Models

Models can be made to fit and explain the data. Data from research can be shaped and interpreted to say what one wants it to say. Likewise, people can make their own models to explain life, to fit their reality. The data can be interpreted to say what they want it to say. Some people … Continue reading Models →

Zombie Apocalypse

People are afraid to go out now. People are stocking up on toilet paper, perhaps THE number one tool for survival. It's the zombie apocalypse. Afraid to step outside because they might become one too. Afraid to be around others because others could infect them. Or maybe they want to stay away because they're afraid … Continue reading Zombie Apocalypse →

Zombie Rights

Embalming Fluid As black and bitter as my soul would be if I had one. I usually try to avoid this stuff, but I need to be alert today. A Shower I desperately need one. I haven't bathed in millenia. Yes, really, it's been millions of years. Get a whiff of myself and nearly pass … Continue reading Zombie Rights →

Perspectives

We're all just telling ourselves stories, it seems. We're all just picking and choosing, it seems, creating our own subjective realities, limited by how and what we perceive. "This is right for me because..." "This is wrong for me because..." And then a bunch of people trying to convince you otherwise, trying to get you … Continue reading Perspectives →

Another Crisis in Meaning

To say that nothing matters implies that even nothing matters. I am inconclusive and I don't know anything for certain. Perhaps I've spent too much time in solitude. But to think that nothing matters—it's freeing, it's awe-inspiring. There's nothing I have to be, nothing I have to live up to. Yet there is all of … Continue reading Another Crisis in Meaning →

Influencing

To be an influence. Amazing yet frightening. To have a hand in something occurring, to play a part in something happening, to help to shape events, someone's life for example. Even as I sit here I am perhaps influencing something, leaving a mark whether I want to or not. And it's so easy, so worryingly … Continue reading Influencing →

Liminal

Existence between worlds. Time stands still and yet I'm waiting. Staring at the clock. Will the hands ever move again? Am I supposed to do something? Do I want them to move again? I don't know what else to do other than wait, wait and see. Maybe I kind of like it here. Cozy.