Thursday, September 18, 2014

Let go

Easy come, easy go

Where’s the sky, I don’t know

Leave off chasing clouds for another day

Wisps of air, they float away

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
And ‘the music is outside’
<nods to Bowie>

And ‘the music is outside’

<nods to Bowie>

Sunday, September 14, 2014
Make no mistake about it: We are At War now — with somebody — and we will stay At War with that mysterious Enemy for the rest of our lives.

Hunter S. Thompson: Fear & Loathing in America (via wilwheaton)

Indeed, Society must be defended.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014
War Is good business&#8230; unless you define &#8216;good&#8217; as actions that are ethical&#8230; but then, that isn&#8217;t good business.

War Is good business… unless you define ‘good’ as actions that are ethical… but then, that isn’t good business.

Sunday, September 7, 2014
if you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.

wayne dyer (via atmosphererose)

Verily, and thus it was said, that the World is malleable but firm

Thursday, August 21, 2014

interesting idea

Is this about ideas, events, or people?


interesting idea

Is this about ideas, events, or people?

(Source: coffeechat101)

Tuesday, August 5, 2014


The Existential Coloring Book is packed to the gills with animal-people paired with dark quotes from philosophers and other people worried about the essential dark unknowability of the universe. Also, activities! From an existential connect-the-dots to a page where you can draw what Kierkegaard is thinking about, you’ll being sighing with joy as you work on them. This looks like a coloring book for kids, but it’s probably not a good idea to give it to one. This twenty-four page, 8” x 10-1/4” book is a great gift for philosophy majors or anyone else overwhelmed with a feeling of hopelessness. Features quotes from existential thinkers, mysterious pictures to color and mildly depressing activities.

Buy one here

This gives new meaning to life

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

The Grand Finale

I am ill equipped for what is to come.

I am mortal. Everything that lives dies. That’s how it is. Every person alive today, all seven billion, ninety eight million, six hundred and twenty four thousand, nine hundred and sixty six… according to Worldometers dot info via Google on this day, the seventeenth of February, two thousand and thirteen, at five thirty five pm Australian eastern standard time… will in one hundred years be dead, give or take a few… maybe.

That’s pretty morbid huh?

But is it really? It’s a fact of life.

And I am ill equipped, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to vanish into… into… nothing… Where do all they go?

Perhaps it’s absurd to think that people who vanish go somewhere? Or, maybe it’s not absurd, because it’s natural to create stories about people who die. Things that do exist in our lives go somewhere whenever they are away, even the car keys. But that certain something that goes when a person dies, that thing that isn’t even a thing that leaves us, our live itself, it just goes. How can something that isn’t actually a thing go anywhere at all? Life, as we feel it, as it is, is something that exists in the experiences we have, made up of the world that is. And when it goes, then the structure that allowed it to be crumbles and is gone, just like a house of cards, the cards are still there but the house is no more, and it didn’t go anywhere, it just fell.

And here I am. Contemplating the big nothing. The grand finale, the end of it all. And the World still turns.

That’s how it is, and the fact of the matter that it doesn’t matter; it doesn’t matter. Life goes on. People everywhere, all seven billion plus, create meaning every day.

Even if the World (with a capital W) is absurd and contains no absolute preset unchanging meaning (and if you disagree just run with it for a second) then, it doesn’t matter. We still create (or see, or find, or believe that we have) meaning for ourselves, and for one another, each and every day (or at least for some of them) while we are here. So even if there is no grand reason for it all, the ones we share still matter. Perhaps even more so.