aphorisms
There apparently is a universe. At least we have long been assuming this—for we are likely somewhat in it or within it. It seems to be everywhere.
Nothingness has no place; location itself has no meaning; movement, as a concept, is unclear–stillness even less.
And then there is gravity–but where is it?
Thus comes along the being-for-itself, the being-in-itself of Sartre—as a result very few trolleys exist now-a-days.
Hermit– an attempt to overcome the definition of ‘human.’
Existence as a lowly intervention into a vast aether-sea of apparent nothingness. Thus arrives the pathetic doings of the life-form– the tiniest coming of a gigantic absurdity.
Imagination as that wonderful opening unto unknown worlds? Rather, imagination as that which is ultimately limited by the (Foucault) episteme.
There is no difference between life and non-life.
Beliefs of man surely kill more beings than his ignorance—though his ignorance is astounding and has led to endless varieties of doughnuts.
Dust as a warning. Dust as confusion resolved. Dust as a prelude… to nothing.
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