A return back to blogging. Some notes and ideas...

The beginnings of well thought out principles of existence, life and what it means to be. These remarks are only outlines of a beginning in the style of John Fowles aphorisms...

Where are we? This situation is not that and not there, but here right now in this moment. Has it a master? No, we must master it.

All that exists is, by existing and by not being the only existent is an individual.

Affirmation is negation

We are a living contradiction. Is self-contradiction a logical possibility?

Emptiness higher up than nihility? Delving into absolute nothingness.

Reflection a constant doubling.

Feeling before thinking. 

Law is the supposed organising principle and chaos the disorganized destructive one. The two in play constitute existence. Chaos is wonderful – not purely destructive but creative allowing new forms of organization.

Seriousness is a form of sincerity. To be sincere is not to joke, but to offer something real and authentic. To be sincere is to be truthful, therefore seriousness is a display of truth.

Seriousness is one of the greatest forms of authenticity. It is not possible to be inauthentically serious. A display or mask of seriousness always carries with it a laugh inside the head of the one who tries to be seriousness.

Integrity. What is integrity? A true self.

Your being only comes from your actions.

Space is the universal language of the human race.

Seriousness is looked down upon, it is not popular. To be seriousness makes others uncomfortable. It can be a form of coldness, a detachment and distancing from the trivia and unsubstantialalities that form so much of modern life.

Eroticism is a breaking of a taboo, a crossing of a boundary psychologically or personally in moral terms.

Sex is the motivating desire of all things.

All reciprocal love is selfish. It is love of oneself through the eyes and mind of another. It is love of a favourable opinion of another upon oneself; it i iion of another upon oneself. reign to oneself is absents and mind of another. It is love of the opinion of another upon oneses pure self-involvement and self-glorification. The other as an unknown separate entity entirely different and foreign to oneself is absent. All that matters is the reflection.

A lack is the lack of something but that lack itself is that which is most full and excessive.

To like others minimally and with the least effort is easy, but to like others for what they are is hard.

To like others at all is hard.

The older one gets, the older one feels. 25 shows signs of weariness.