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…
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Monday Evening Thoughts: 7.6.26
Even the fullest of lifetimes can only hold so much. Maybe that’s the trick about the whole thing. A singular existence can only contain so many multitudes, no matter the vastness that might otherwise appear to be.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.6.26
There has been a disconnect, hasn’t there? Can you feel it? Beyond just the lack of gusto these rambles have been holding, there is something that seems absent where once it at least appeared to be. Something within my own life perhaps, but also something seeming a bit more universal. Something gone even if it…
Monday Evening Thoughts: 10.27.25
It’s funny, you know. It’s not as though I don’t cease thinking in the moments between these rambles. It is constant. Perpetual for as long as I can remember, and I’d reckon as long as I last. Not even falling out of waking consciousness stops the ponderings and provocations. Nor does any altered state make…
The Veracious Facade 