How, and from where, we look. From above, at three thousand feet above the town, soaring through the clouds and piercing them with the nose of the great machine we are riding, the world looks wondrous, all the way up to ten thousand feet. But it’s the clouds that look most wondrous, in their expanse…More
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On words
On words. What’s the word for that time in your life, when you’re trying to get back to where you were, but it takes forever, he asked. Despair, I said, and he sort of chuckled under his breath. I guess that’s a good word for it, he said with a lighter tone than was fitting…More
Deathinitions
Alive, that means to stretch and have something to stretch. Alive, that means to give the potluck your secret recipe. Alive, that means a combination of steam and fantasy, like clouds. Alive, that means to etch out space out of nothing but space. Alive, that means a dream of the dead, a vast moving showing…More
New Year’s Blessing, or, To Be Reborn
Our transformations can happen any year, on any day, at any moment. But a new year is when we are all forced, somehow, to reckon with the possibility of transformation, of being transformed ourselves and of the world being transformed, if not forced to actually transform ourselves. What is a year for us? Even before…More
Scribblings on Eternal Recurrence
Eternal recurrence and our sense(s) of time: It possibilizes a prophetic sense of the future; but isn’t the past also granted a sense of uncertainty, of yet-to-be? * * * Once on a walk I asked each and everything: Do you want this once more and innumerable times more? and I was overwhelmed by the…More
via humiliatio
The more I love Christ, the harder I find it to laugh at him. The last two thousand years could be seen as a series of humiliations of Christ, who was already scheduled for humiliation while on the earth. As though one round of humiliation were not enough, Christ seems to have been doomed to…More
There is no bandage for the wound of nihilism.
It is to our detriment when we think there is. My roommate recently said to me in the kitchen, “I struggled with nihilism for a long time, and I finally got over it.” The philosopher within my psyche laughs, the philosopher within me whose greatest philosopher-friend is Nietzsche who, in turn, made “the overcoming of…More
Love the Dust 