a self-declared cyborg doing cyborg stuff
The ‘Soulcruzer’ podcast (more of an audioblog, really).
Expect a blend of mysticism and music, psyche and soul, everyday wisdom, and the esoteric. One day, I might be waxing lyrical about Nietzsche’s eternal return, and the next, uncovering the wisdom of the tarot. It’s all up for grabs on this pod.
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In this episode, I dive deep into a question that’s been looping in my mind all day: What is a life for? More specifically, What is my life for? It’s one of those questions that feels simple on the surface, but the more you dig, the more complex and infinite it becomes. I’ve been pacing around, wrestling with it, and decided to hit record and let my thoughts flow freely.
My father child of war
went off to the jungle
came back a whore
He brought back his broken
body but behind enemy lines
he left his mind
And his soul too. He must
have seen something in the
light we couldn’t see
Because he’d turn out the
lights and crunch ice in
the dark for hours
Until he left us
Stranded
Behind enemy lines
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Interesting that you wrote about your father, I did too. Sad and touching. Mary