Monday Evening Thoughts: 8.17.26

Perhaps the lull in ambition arises from a lack of discipline. Or some twisted overfocus on all that isn’t. Perhaps it is but a constant bout with, and of self-denial.

Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.27.26

Is the glimpse of a human life wasted upon thoughts all cosmic and forlorn? Would the service of its own sensation be suited more satisfactory with gratification that fades near as soon as it arrives?

Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.20.26

There is wonder about my mind on whether the pondering of point is a dying breed of intellect. Perhaps, it was a defect to begin with. All life that we know aside ourselves never seems to worry about why it is anything is or will be. Just us, simple little simians plagued with the itch…