Turds of Misery

Every thousand years or so an event so transforming and paradigm shifting occurs that society itself has no choice but to embrace the change or be cast onto the pyre of fateful irrelevance and go quietly into the night. Jesus, Gandhi, Mohamed, Siddhārtha Gautama, Turds of Misery. Don’t scoff here, let’s look at this. Who…

Afterlife Promises and a Quick One For the Road

The thurible, laden with charms and smoky as hell, tinkled a soft regular rhythm in the center stage priest’s hands. Golden chains stretched and released, pendulum like with each wave. The thurible’s smoke filled the alter. Its waifs sent streaming across icons and images of the Virgin and her Son, Jesus. Stage left, another priest…

Remembering Being Thirty

  Sanja Marušić – Thought Catalog My attempt to convey the knowledge I’ve gained in the past 30 years, has proven to be more challenging than initially anticipated. It wasn’t simply a matter of listing a series of learning, but prioritising and selecting the most critical ones, that have left a long-lasting imprint on me…

Matter, Chimps, Shit, and the Future

… “one of the hardest questions in science: how matter (in this case the brain) can appear to be influenced by something that does not exist (the future). This is far from trivial.” read more here

My Fogle Family: Part I

I think writing as a failure is because it’s expected that the whole story can be captured in five minutes.  The extent of the attention span it seems.  At least mine most days.  But writing isn’t like that, life isn’t either. Nothing good ever happens in five minutes, it takes time, maybe even a lifetime…

The Consciousness of Sleep and the Universal Round

Dear IT Guy From India, I feel that cosmically, forces deep from the universe flow through my soul, and that each evening, when I sleep, the darkness I experience is only that from which I come, and to which I will ultimately return. I don’t fear the darkness, because in it, I find a warmth…