Category: Notes

(You know the drill!) IX Therefore, to be Everybody is to be Unknowable. Therefore, to be Somebody is to be Unknowable. Therefore, to be Somebody is to be Nobody. X It is not Preferable to Live only in the Fixed States afforded by Others, even by Oneself. It is Worse to Live as Knowable, and…

(Same as yesterday: written as lived and then shared as surplus!) V But that, too, would be Subjective Experience awaiting final Validation. Therefore, without any Objective to Validate it, Consciousness would have to accept its own Subjectivity as Objective. This includes not only Other Consciousnesses, but the External World in its entirety.  Therefore, without True…

(I wrote this today in four separate sittings, and I was going to leave it in the notebook, but then I thought I’d let it exist here too, facing an Other!) I Therefore, Being is towards. Therefore, Relation without Grounded Being is Relation with oneself. Therefore, without Ground, there can be no Other.  Ungrounded Being…

I am already a fan of the title here. I’ll write the note first, and then unpack the name. To start off, there are two things about my new life as a fully fictional character that I need to introduce. These two things are separate and clearly definable categories of being, and they imply an…

I’m thinking about a new kind of novel. Maybe it will emerge in the course of this little note. Let’s find out! Because I’ve got the dwelling nailed down, you see. Dwelling had to be secured first; otherwise, roaming would slip into unconscious home-seeking. Never roam to find home, all ye seekers! So what is…

What’s the scoop today? Depth has done its job. My resting state has always been pleasantly irreverent, but now, with a lifetime of wading through the murky depths under my belt, followed by a substantual period of consolidation, in which ‘structures of depth’ were built… the resting state finally returneth! Naturally, this is linked to…

I often hear people say how Christmas has lost its magic. Usually, this is followed with a qualifier: “When you’ve got children, it’s a bit different, of course.” This year, I’ve even heard more than one person say outright, “Christmas is for the children, really.” That’s not untrue, but as we were walking back from…

When I first saw the two teenage girls sitting on a stone bench in the town centre attempting to play a harmonica, I struggled to accept it as a real event. Something in my brain registered the immediate experience as too incongruent to be trustworthy. Every little detail smacked of ‘not really happening’… the perfectly…

I was wandering down St Peter’s Street earlier today when I heard a voice yell out behind me. “Eey!” I turned around to have a look, presuming it to be one of those random cries you hear every so often on the streets of Bedford, and saw David, the local window-cleaner, calling out to me…

It’s windy outside tonight. The clouds look like cotton wool blobs in the bluel-black sky. I wouldn’t have known this, but I stepped outside to put the oven pizza box in the recycling bin, and my hair started blowing in my face. Seeing the clouds reminded me of the pinkish evening sky from the other…