Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.4.26

If morality is but a construct of humanity, how ever does one know what is right, and not just what is hoped to be right? Or if our desires override the correctness that would be otherwise more expansive among this particular species of ours?

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?