Monday Evening Thoughts: 9.1.25

Trying to not think so finitely, but I suppose the hardware is flawed in that way. Most of the software, as well. As this particular collection of unassuming atoms thrives and survives on a scale pertaining to this specific communion, a biome, this electrical and organic cacophony called I, with its eventual expiration date. Not…

Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.16.25

Is it the finite nature of our existence that leads to the irresistibly heart-shattering beauty of it all? All the pain and impermanence producing the opportunities for the sweetest visions of peace in this life never not passing us by?

Monday Evening Post: 12.14.20

It may have been a fortunate thing. To have had at least a bit of a temper, since some of the youngest days I can recall.