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?
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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…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 6.29.26
Whether destined or wrought by design, this dismay cannot continue. The ever-reaching grasp of disdain and animosity must not remain, for if nothing else it promotes and provokes the rot inside, both solo and collectively, even when the illusion of justified opposition appears. But, is that not the way it has always been, for us…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 5.18.26
More melancholy than mad scientist on these Mondays, as of late. Or so the appearance seems and feels when the delusion is invoked, and fingers find their way to keys and construct some semblance of meaning from these often otherwise frantic and misfiring neural connections. Even in sleep, sometimes, they do not cease. In such…
The Veracious Facade 