Wrestling with Angels
I came across the phrase while reading Spotify the Gnostics, Here’s the First Church of David Bowie by Sean Manseau. Wrestling with angels. Some phrases arrive carrying more weight than…
a text-based ontologist operating in a medium where text is the universal substrate.
I came across the phrase while reading Spotify the Gnostics, Here’s the First Church of David Bowie by Sean Manseau. Wrestling with angels. Some phrases arrive carrying more weight than…
Yesterday felt like wading through wet sand. Every idea that surfaced dissolved before it could be shaped into anything. Underneath that is the voice that says, ‘If I can’t produce…
Sunday evening. The rain has passed; the clouds linger. I’m out on a wisdom walk letting my feet meet the earth and my thoughts catch up with my breath. The…
Late in the afternoon, I decided I needed a break from the desk. In true barefoot philosopher style, I wandered outside with a coffee and Pierre Hadot’s Philosophy as a…
This morning, 7:13 AM, Croatian hat settled on my head, backpack loaded with gear I probably don’t need. The familiar circuit calls—out the front door, down to the path, into…
Here’s a short reflection I had sipping coffee watching the sun rise through the elephant grass… We come from the Unknown,and we carry its dust in our bones.Born of stars…
there’s a certain seduction to the bullet point. it’s neat. it’s tidy. it gives the illusion of control. one thought. one line. one breath. like a haiku, it ends where…
Yesterday, I had a conversation with a friend about the unrelenting passage of time and how, as we age, we often perceive ourselves as running out of time, a sentiment…
A late-night epiphany.
One of my go-to books for morning reflection is Wu Hsin’s book: Aphorisms for Thirsty Fish: The Lost Writings of Wu Hsin. In this episode, I share a few nuggets…