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Forever can be broken down to a bunch of nows but can there be multiple nows? No matter how much you conquer you will always be beaten by the last second, the last mile and eventually the last breath. Which begs the question of what you really own. 20 minutes into meditation and i cannot tell whether the arms i’d…
I picture existence as a film reel with infinite frames. All big bangs, everything that was and everything that will be, are captured on those frames. One flawless complete existence, Nature. Nature is intelligent and curious. It wants to know itself and experience every frame of that film, which is it. How does…
in philosophy, epoche is a method to completely isolate our perception from preconceived notions about it. it's bare thoughts, unpolluted by judgement, bias, prejudice. the truth takes birth here, and then it is distorted by our imposition of existing confirmational bias on it. if the core truth is absolute (there…
i may sound like a soulless creature here, but i did use to have a soul i promise - it was a garden with fragrant flowers, honeydew, some butterflies and all shades of colours. i don't know when i became a parched desert but if i am this today then i am also what i was. i am just scared, i think, of the colossal…
Working in IT as a software and solution architect I spend all day making rational decision or writing rational papers or reports for others to make decisions upon. I look for holes others have missed in plans or decision with the overall goal of shaping the best future for the company. In most cases the best/most…
It goes without saying that everything we do, there's reason why we do it. But recently, I'm thinking if I'm doing A, and not doing B, it's not that I have a reason to do A and no reason to do B. This assumes I've thought clearly about what to do and what not to do. But that's wrong. Maybe I haven't given it enough…
My room is not so tidy. I don’t have a place for the shoes, there are some sheets of paper on the floor, but it’s okay. I look at it and I’m scared. It looks temporary. Now it’s tidy, tomorrow will be a mess. And the more I try to keep it tidy, the more my fear grows. Just like for my mind, I’m afraid of the following…
