[414] Fooled by Randomness

[414] Fooled by Randomness

My spirit lacks⁣the water to float⁣in my waning ⁣inner reservoir⁣It’s a place ⁣where shadows ⁣come to hide ⁣so they don’t ⁣attract attention⁣and die in the form ⁣of a spotlight story⁣⁣Stories we tell ourselves⁣and others ⁣about the way ⁣we see the world⁣kills the intuitive dualist⁣inside us that tries to keep ⁣the lure of a mystery alive [...]

[6] I don’t know.

How much do you believe your role model? How much do you believe the philosophers that walked on this planet? How much do you believe anyone who says anything? Every word I spew, write, slice, reflect, shoot on this page is a manifestation of the experience of my tiny existence. And our experience is limited? [...]

[5] Who am I?

[5] Who am I?

I am "....partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction." It is difficult to know yourself, the real true self. If you shed your skin, underneath you'll find another layer and then another. How do you climb down to the deepest holes to find one's true self? First, there is a possibility that you will weep [...]