Do not forget about suicide. Do not let yourself think that any of this is necessary.
It’s all contingent. The whole show is voluntary, babe. You can fool yourself into thinking aw man I have to do this thing or feel this way or am just, fuck, I am just so subjected to this current environment, this current feeling, this current being.
No. It’s all contingent, babe. You don’t have to feel shit.
Alan Watts, sage of the acideaters that he was, grew up to be a fucking alcoholic.
There is always suicide, he said, with a deep mirthful laugh, as if this would set you free.
And he grew up to be a fucking alcoholic.
A Saturday morning mediation for no one Continue reading “25 February”
Thales sitting crisscross applesauce on the beach, staring out at the Aegean. Continue reading “24 February”
Wake. Breathe with the nose through the nose. Nine months ago your left nostril. You couldn’t breathe through your left nostril. Maybe all of the snorting of the drugs or maybe not who can say.
But now feel the breath. Awake, unhungover, a quick gratitude for the nostril and the breath.
Wake and immediately roll over and grab your phone and immediately check your messages without even thinking to yourself now it is time to immediately roll over and grab my phone and check my messages, this is what I want to do, check my phone, after first breathing.
Instinct, like breath. Is it addiction or compulsion, with the phone after waking, and just what is the difference between use and abuse, who can say.
All good change requires deliberation. Liberate, deliberate, breathe. The gravity of the phone like the gravity of the pills. Wake, and feel it.
Work is the only thing that gives life meaning.
Kahlil Gibran. A girl in the bookstore on S. Congress leafing through Kahlil Gibran. Continue reading “21 February”
It’s time once again to stop and talk about our sponsors.
Thanks be unto you Lady Philosophy. We gotta listen to our conscience. And so I’m like bro, have you even ever read the Crito?
Evil is nothing. Augustine. The absence of good. Our own psyche is fucked. Continue reading “13 February”
I’m aware enough to recognize that I’m in the bubble. Trigger sensitive. One thing we sort of have to accept is a certain degree of political helplessness. Dewey. The price of temporality is contingency. We can be creators of the poem. We have to detach ourselves from the idea that we can sort of control the result. Nothing is historically inevitable. You throw yourself into the process and what does the process mean. The state of political discourse.
Partial transcription of a part of the Partially Examined Life podcast, episode 157, part 2.