The idea that you get paid for doing your own thinking (which I once regarded naively to be the job description of an academic philosopher). You can think anything, as long as… Your critical thinking is appreciated, provided that… There always has to be a forbidden door. And I am the kind of thinker that kicks in that door with full force. Hence, no philosopher “job” for me.
I once went to the marketplace selling “creative ideas”: no cure no pay. How quaint!
Thoughts are timeless, money is a means to get rid of the eternal “now”.
Don’t think and work was originally published on Meandering home
There is a point where we go mad when we consider ourselves the agent of all our actions and a point where we go mad when we consider ourselves the agent of none of them. Free will is the perceived space in between. – kc
was originally published on Meandering home
I had a one night stand with pain
I was unarmed, her flames licked my softest side, i said stop i said wait there is not enough night
To fit the pain, not enough world to scorch i wonder if drunkenness can ever save a soul
Don’t we want to blink at reality and the reality of pain carries the threat of her own unreality so artfully, so comically, so so great, ah
Poetry, the dark fire for the soul. A one night stand with pain, sweet candle of agony with the charring wick of hope oh
Artificial fantasy, electrocution of our nerves, short corcuit, meltdown of meaningness speech becomes slurŕrrrrr
Dark verse was originally published on Meandering home