You think you know what the 4th dimension is. You don’t. Nobody does. Not your favorite quantum physicist with the wild hair and quirky bow tie. Not that guru charging $500 for weekend retreats where you learn…
Alright, so we’ve had our fun smashing the conventional dollhouse of “life.” We’ve seen it’s built on assumptions, defined by word-cages, propped up by belief systems, riddled with contradictions, and held together by the sticky glue of…
Assumption Excavation: Digging Out the Rot at the Base of “Life” Ah, life… You’ve got your neat definitions, your scientific criteria, your heartfelt feelings about its preciousness. You’ve built a whole goddamn cathedral on this concept, haven’t…
The Conventional Façade – Or, How We Agree to Pretend “Life” is a Thing So, you want to talk about “life”? Cute. It’s like a child wanting to discuss the precise architectural schematics of Santa’s workshop. We…
The Ultimate Illusion Propping Up Your Dream-State Part 1: Introduction – The Conventional Understanding Alright, let’s talk about death. Not the spooky, Halloween-mask, scythe-wielding caricature, nor the hushed-tone, tiptoe-around-the-subject-lest-we-jinx-ourselves version that polite society prefers. No, let’s talk…
So, you think you’re the captain of your ship, the master of your fate? Cute. Adorable, even. This whole free will charade – it’s the universe’s longest-running gag, and guess what? You’re the punchline. For centuries, philosophers…
The page stops here, like a puppy at the edge of a cliff, curiously peering over yet blissfully unaware of the abyss. It's an invitation to recognize the stillness beneath the noise, to see the void that's always there when the mirage of content slips away. And in that void, don't you find there's nothing left to seek? The end of content is the spoiler of every story: there never was anything else but this.
The page stops here, like a puppy at the edge of a cliff, curiously peering over yet blissfully unaware of the abyss. It's an invitation to recognize the stillness beneath the noise, to see the void that's always there when the mirage of content slips away. And in that void, don't you find there's nothing left to seek? The end of content is the spoiler of every story: there never was anything else but this.