Grip loosely when you scorn the immoral—your hand brings you closer. Do not let them swallow you, they will burn your depths. Yet do not fear their touch; it is your own. In you live both. Truth-seeker, are you? Why do your eyes wander when you feel you’ve done enough? I see nothing in your hands. Seems rather you were searching for a place to sit: to earn your rest. Remember the hand that stabbed…
One (knowing or not) can plant seeds of hate in us. In our partiality they may spoil from love to mixed, mixed to hate. Grounded in their appeal to our righteousness, our hands transfigure these airy seeds into one lively enough for our protection. They become fuel to our complexes. They meld to our subconscious, growing into a forest of judgment. Seeing our constant judgement—often covered in bursting roots—makes me want to scorn us (can’t…
Beautiful e-commerce marketing emails generated by AI. I led software development as a technical co-founder. Was a really fun problem to work on. Ultimately our team decided to take a small but meaningful early stage exit.
The tidings of the election last year covered me in overwhelm. I saw a multitude of voices standing tall, pushing our individuality into shoved perceptions. I’d see friends press friends into molds—fluidity squeezed out. A glimpse of this terrifies me. I worry about what was brought to the surface, then what rose in our nature. Through this all, it seems truth grows with an inconceivable amount of layers. Seems our awareness often does not. The…
In moments of quiet, void of fires, my mind wallows for meaning. I can’t help but search. I hope to confirm there is a lacing of meaning woven throughout the threads of mine and our actions. I know I attempt to act with intention. I feel it matters, but why? I wish for a compass, map, rather than my scattered senses processed through threads of cognition. How can I accurately measure my movement without this?…
It seems we (especially I) are often terrible at seeing the difficulty those we perceive face in synonymous experiences. Our vision isn’t just blurry, but inherently far too narrow. We don’t grasp. Most we can do is barely see, peeking through our blurry telescopes. If still we judge, we risk cruelty founded in our incompetence. Even with our blurred vision, we see what’s vividly terrifying. Its colors are bright, and typically we comfort and support…
Facing responsibility, it’s securing to be insecure. You are free to lay, wallowing in inertia. You are weightless. It can’t fall on you. Seems we often insinuate this soothing self doubt by practicing insincere self sleuthing. This is how we shelter ourselves from the thunderstorms of squirming that responsibility from closer to truth self-knowledge brews. Responsibility is not scary just because of its demands, but it’s revealing nature. We are so terrified to be frauds.…
I often hear echoes of unfounded certainty. If that certainty morphs into an assertion, it bounces farther. At best these perceptions are deep, but never wide enough to justify the asserted sureness. This type of certainty seems to give some stability, but encroaches harmfully. I get terrified when I see it invading, soon enough building up an evasion of breadth. I think instead we should all be fortified with layers of humbleness when approaching truth…
In perception of entities, generally (but not limited to) alive ones, moments of ambiguity come. These create gaps in a mind. If you care, the disconnect might leave you unsettled. The weight of the depth and breadth of all and each of the broken pathways can be flooding. There are endless possibilities. In these conditions it seems it’s my (and perhaps human) nature to have no choice but to bridge one. The choice you make…
Thank you @ pops for introducing me to the concept of perennialism, and for all of our discussions for hours and hours. Religious perennialism interests me, and is an appealing solution to a question that has been troubling me for a while. My understanding of it is that major religions and those with spiritual experiences are all connecting to a common truth. There’s a large set of religions each with their own central beliefs and…