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Empty Promises & Broken Glass; Doubting Thomas’s & Smoking Grass; How All My Words Have Come To Pass
By the dog and why he alone abides as man’s best friend. Painting of Diogenes by Jean-Léon Gérôme. “And I lift my glass to the awful truth, which you can’t reveal to the ears of youth, except to say it isn’t worth a dime.” – Leonard Cohen, Closing Time One of the most enjoyable aspects

Process and Change in an Ocean of Contingency
Process and Change in an Ocean of Contingency | Philosopher Muse “I” unintentionally nestled up into darkness. It wasn’t even offended by “my” intrusion, but neither did it welcome “me”; except for the cold sobering breeze that permeated the air… there was hardly any indication that “we” were even here. The sun underground doesn’t allow

As We Approach The Darkest Night Of The Year
“As soon as man finds out that this world was merely pieced together to meet his psychological needs, and that he has no right to it, the final form of nihilism emerges: that which forbids itself any belief in a world of truth.” – Friedrich Nietzsche “I” unintentionally nestled up into darkness. It wasn’t even

Ultimate Will To Power: The Creation of a Black Hole Sun
“To exposit why humanity should not further tarry on earth is one thing; to believe that this proposition will be agreeable to others is quite another.” – Thomas Ligotti, The Conspiracy against the Human Race Let us suppose that we would rather avoid sentience and create a world that would make us into actual gods

Here at the Beginning and End of the Circle
An artistic image of the circular ‘pulse’ of the universe by Storm Thorgerson. “It (soul) is said to be buried and in a cave, but, when it turns to intelligence, to be freed from its fetters and to ascend, when it is started on the contemplation of reality by recollection… Souls then become, one might

What Lies in Disguise we Know not Otherwise
When it all goes to bosch – The lower portion of Hell or life on campus? – Painting by Hieronymus Bosch “We simply have no organ for knowing, for ‘truth’: we ‘know’ (or believe or imagine) exactly as much as is useful to the human herd, to the species: and even what is here called