There is a softness to the twilight hours, the mind seems permeable, the senses grow placid and yielding, easily invaded by the fast-fading shadows of our dreams. It is in these blurry hours, when our harshest awareness must strain to come online, that we are freest. Our stricter faculties are tasked only with deciphering sight and sound, as we are not yet too wise for the impossible, they grow large, and kind, and larger still, surrounding all the curious things the dawn will banish.
Having exhausted the examined life, I wish to live a deliberate life.
I go in search of what Emerson called “an original relation to the universe.”
This currently means: living as nomad, my home the road and anywhere I am a stranger; every day should be spring, and I ought to wake up brand new to greet it.
Essays, poems, and chronicles should be expected.
I refuse to attempt transparency but I will remain translucent – to that effect:
Up-to-date (rough) summary of my guiding principles (V 0.3, updated 6/1/2022):
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Contradiction is necessary.
Reject all ideologies, models, or pursuits that treat the human condition as goal-based or optimizable.
Reject all ideologies, models, or pursuits that treat existence as knowable and exhaustible (and take truth to be a state of correspondence between your mind and reality).
Reject all external demands made at the level of identity/being (instead of action).
The only duty you have is the one you recognize.
Disregard the above should it ever offend your soul.