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Musings
In the past, I’ve made my way by using both the blind energy of unexamined ideals as well as the comfortable inertia of cynical certainty. Both states wallow in personal comfort. What is truly sublime is to recognize that ALL ideals are ultimately unprovable, and to still act with the rock-solid conviction of the unjaded zealot, all…
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Musings
At a certain point, the artist must let go of the express purpose of using others’ work to lose him/herself and examine WHY that work is appealing. That type of introspection reveals deeper principle behind what’s awe-inspiring; it allows the artist to bring forth that beauty in their own personalized iteration. Now that may not…
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Echo-A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel
I’m heading to class. I see four tie-and-suited, $500 haircut Lex-Luthor-in-the-making, rich frat boys smirk at my casual t-shirt and jeans. One whispers to another, like a tween gossiping about the latest episode of The Hills, and they all bray with douchified laughter. I’m thinking: Are you serious, bro? Are you serious? I open my…
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Musing
To grab hold of an audience, let go of yourself.
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Musings
We are transformed by starvation into beasts, transformed by addiction into monsters.
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Musings
Those who seek the transcendent will endeavor to observe the common thread between times, people, and every imaginable separation. Not only that, they will seek to make their knowledge an organic, functional thing. Others will wallow in the divide, or that gilded cage where they can see what is transcendent yet never have to apply…
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Musings
Intent informs everything; it’s the difference between a joke and a phrase full of hate, the difference between killing and murder, the difference between self-serving and truly selfless. The aspiration must not to stay within the reductive cage of rules and political correctness, but to easily jump from seeming opposites, with the light of clarified…
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Echo-A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel
A giant douche-bro—backwards cap, slinky tank top, ‘roid-veins popping out across even his cheeks and fingers—shoves a normal looking guy away from the squat rack. Normal guy can’t protest; Douche-bro is giant, and looks one remark away from Extreme Aggressive Douche-dom. Douche-bro loads the piles of plates on and squats—not even going down all the way—and…
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Musings
At some deep level, most of us are aware that we are more than these fleshy constructs. So let’s be simultaneously kind and demanding of ourselve(s), so that the infinite [whatever-it-is] gets its chance to make the most of our fragile forms.
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Musings
Tending/managing the body’s baser needs is not weakness; it is humble acknowledgement. Those who pretend differently invite the propagation of ignorance, the pain of suppression, and—if they are unlucky—an involuntary meltdown.
