Anxiety is neither a category of necessity nor a category of freedom; it is entangled freedom, where freedom is not free in itself but entangled, not by necessity, but in itself. Søren Kierkegaard, The Concept of Anxiety The problem with philosophy is that it never answers why. Philosophy is a history of questions that we… Continue reading

Busy, busy, busy. Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle Bundled branch, see: time golems hillhaunt the hallowed hollow.(Why, exactly? — the principle of sufficient reason fails to say anything about will or won’t they) I fail to see the reason, Crow Mountain.Start with a sound. Po-ét, poète, poētēs, *kwoiwo-, *kwei-“I make it often, but I never talk… Continue reading

Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed at night. James Joyce, Finnegan’s Wake Who but the mountain knows the cave? We are not hollow; opaque jewel of coalstone depths melting magmic into places unspoken.… Continue reading

Living and ceasing to live are imaginary solutions; existence is elsewhere.(Andre Breton, Manifesto of Surrealism) We pass into one another, you-and-I, the haze of two Selves coupling side-by-side, gift-giving the gift of Self. A dream breathing in synchronicity, intersubjective sense-painting participating in the Self-song of the world-soul. (Hallelujah, etc.) Think. Do the command. Think ‘Think.’… Continue reading

The limits of my language are the limits of my world.(Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus 5.6) Desiring is wanting to know. Knowing is not one thing but a multiplicity of ways-of-knowing, each entangling knower and known. I desire iced tea, with a lemon please. I want to know: the taste of light acid and orange-peel bitterness,… Continue reading