The past and the future are none other than imaginations. Only through the context of language can we ever suggest the past and the future. But there is much more that what language can do. The sound of old cupboards and closet doors closing, wood … Continue reading Light Up Time
_________________________________________________________________ A beautiful line from Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is about the meaninglessness of straight lines. And how this line about lines strike me as the profound, the reason is in its simplicity. How often are we surrounded by lines? A short morning walk reveals … Continue reading The Straightness of Lines
It’s coming to 11 PM. Perhaps it already is 11 PM. A few seconds of a minute seem so insignificant I may as well say it is close to midnight. Though that may be true, I can still get quite a bit done in an … Continue reading On Time
I write with music playing in the background: I rarely do. Though Rachmaninoff’s second piano concerto is fitting for my emotions. It is a mixture of intensity and murkiness. I want to express these emotions. Though their expression requires a sort of unprecedented introspection. Perhaps … Continue reading Clouded Confusion
It is an undeniable constancy of society that we are at war. Though we graciously inhabit in a society of peace and freedom, our battles are bloody, though in the emotional sense. Our struggles through the workplace delineates us from a true purpose. Why must … Continue reading War and Peace
“I must do work, for work is essential, a rhythm so everlastingly beautiful. Power is essential. Energy will becometh. Think. The world is without. Without the world. Capture it in all its glory.” For that is the true meaning behind the innate human struggle of … Continue reading The Visceral Motivation: A Story of Confidence
Presumptuous Ponderings 