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Journal

Here you’ll find my philosophical meanderings in the form of articles, essays, and occasional poetry. My interests and curiosities are broad, but the central focus remains the pursuit of what is authentic, real, and true.

Lux et veritas


Drifting Toward Truth

Drifting Toward Truth

There comes a point in life where movement itself no longer feels like freedom, where endless options, constant reinvention, and perpetual distraction begin to reveal themselves as forms of fragmentation rather than expansion. In quieter moments, beyond the noise of performance and identity, something deeper begins attempting to reorient us toward what is real, rooted, and enduring.

Incentive and Awareness: The Shape of What We Say

Incentive and Awareness: The Shape of What We Say

We rarely speak as freely as we think we do. Beneath our words sits a quiet negotiation between what is true, what is permitted, and what is rewarded. Over time, that negotiation begins to shape not only how we communicate, but who we become when we do.

The Committee of One: The Internal Obstruction

The Committee of One: The Internal Obstruction

Most of the obstacles in my life weren’t external. They were procedural. Internal. A one-person committee skilled at delay, deflection, and convincing arguments for doing nothing. This is a note from inside that room, and a reminder that the only way out is movement.

Making Plans: The Courage to Connect Again

Making Plans: The Courage to Connect Again

We break patterns by stepping beyond the familiar — beyond family expectations, old versions of ourselves, and the noise of a world engineered to divide and distract. Real connection, the kind that wakes the heart and steadies the spirit, starts when we stop letting “them” define our reality. A reminder to reclaim your agency, trust your instincts, and hold a different image of what’s possible.

Anger

Anger

I’m angry. I’m angry because I love you, and care about your future — rather, our collective future and our wellbeing — and I feel powerless to protect you from those strange, delusional few who are out there: those whose aim is to foment and to feed off your fears, your need for emotional expression and creative satiety, your need to be seen, to be held, and to belong…to control your every move, to make you believe you’re fragile and weak, and then to profit from your self-induced illnesses.

I’m angry because I don’t know if there’s anything I can do about it.

Touchstone

Touchstone

Today I am missing real connection. As the thought crosses my awareness, I’m astonished to consider that maybe I haven’t really had such a feeling or experience since I was maybe three or four years old.

So, what happened?