Relief of Music

There are few place man can find sanctuary in life: philosophy, solitude, and music. Music — those varied waves of sound drumming upon the skin of the...

A Sad Reflection

Oh, If only the bird chirps and sparrow sighs, Matched the hue of lullabies. Perhaps then only then could I see, Past this sad reflection into...

The First Step

The first step for an author, an artist or machine worker is always a point of reflection. It represents the first obstacle to the outcome. The...

The Greatest Weight Revisited

And, when the time arrives for the last entry, by the cool window sill of the moonlight air – to whom your conscience, self and life you must bear: here again the demon arrives who spoke thus....

The Echo

Take one moment. Be amazed. Be awestruck. Two Legs. Two Eyes. Two Arms. Two Hands. Smell. Taste. Touch. Hearing. A mind full of brilliance. Where are...

Chimpanzee Dreams

Amazement flows through me to consider all the power and invention produced from this hunk of mass in its calcium phosphate container covered in flesh we call the brain....

Restrained Growth

The economic marketplace (as a fitness landscape) is becoming increasingly punishing in outcomes as a result of the decrease in “time-to-live” of information asymmetries. A consequence...

Man And The Present

The two modes of existence: activity and passivity. But is a passive man, always a poor man? Does a rich man ever fully embrace the joy of stillness? It seems I, like many, desire to be a rich man, but how do I know I am not already rich?...

The Vanity of Artists

On the vanity of artists — I believe that artists do not know what they can do best because they are too vain and have their minds set on something prouder than these small plants seem to be that are new, strange and beautiful and really capable of growing on their soil....

The Need for Hope

Life – this continuous experience chopped along arbitrary lines into neat pieces. Where a thing starts, or ends, matters not without a point of reference. But, with the coming end of a year, one can't help but need to create an arbitrary starting point to change and begin over again....

The Musings of Travel

When a path or idea is in the abstract, it is in the web of possibilities, and therefore flirts endlessly with perfection. By virtue of your existence, the current path you find yourself in is one of those possibilities materialized and concrete....

The Prototype

Why we are here seems to be such a never ending question in the life experience. I’m not necessarily sure it has an answer. It’s like a strange koan: endlessly looking for answers to paradoxes....

Of Meaning In Life

The absurdist philosopher Albert Camus once wrote, "there is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy."...