There is something to be said for a corner room on the top floor of a building, with a slanting skylight, a bed tucked into a niche, a wooden table and a chair — entirely sufficient for the beast that is man.
I am yet to meet a noble man who would persist with me.
I have, at this point, little to no use for words and sentences — of either their usage or their conditions of truth; for all that there is, in all of its fullness, is apparent and equally opaque to me.
I like nothing and everything; this duality is truly the scar of my life.
Wood is amongst the best of substances in existence; it is the Lord’s mercy made material.
To have certainty is such a rarity that I am not quite sure I have been technically certain about anything apart from the existence of the One, which is confirmed through both demonstration and intuition.
The repetitive juxtaposition of unrelated people in a dream is a sign of one’s psyche being under consistent strain; it should not be treated as a normal baseline of the human experience — and whilst one can pontificate at great lengths about the nature of dream space; it too, does have a logic of its own that needs to be understood, delineated — even if the logic may be contingent on subjectivities — hence, a map of the normal must be made anew for all men.
A teacher is not a teacher unless he absolutely pushes the student to the limit of one’s subjective cognition; to arrive at the boundaries of capacity must be the task of a teacher; many a wretched man was abandoned by those that labelled themselves as teachers but had no sense of how to develop a man, in the ways of reason and intuition, in the ways of words and thoughts, in the ways of life and death and all that inhabits the in-betweenness.
The difference between a so-called developed and undeveloped state is primarily the former’s willingness to implement safeguards rooted in law and policy after every failed instance of public evil, disorder, and violence — that is to say, all manner of harm.
How many nice and wonderful days a man loses to caprice, inattention, and a lack of regard for the concept of life — it is a shame to be so tremendously blessed and be held captive to forces man imagines to be greater than the spirit the Lord has imbued in him — that is not to deny that some are, by essence, not impelled towards this particular marriage of abstraction and total concreteness that we here beckon towards — nevertheless, one owes one’s existence the basic courtesy of discovering the limits of their innate dispositions — it is all very well to discipline oneself in some rudimentary way even if one’s essence is not inclined towards goodness, but that is not the same as exploring the limits of one’s essence; the former is merely a safeguard against regression to their floor.
One must have faith in the individual.
It is not that one derives any particular pleasure from denigrating authority, it is merely the case that what is purported as authority has already debased itself to the point of subjecting itself to critiques about its very epistemic claims; autrement dit, the master should not teach naked in the classroom.
The condition of being a child seems to me now so alien that I do wonder if I was ever a child — a disconcerting feeling.
One can/not negotiate with God.
Who knows what dramas are unfolding in the upper realms, what causal chains are coming alive, and which are coming to a close.
I have seen an angel lay on my back sacks filled with bricks.
All is in decay and shall be forgotten — in the eyes of the most vile is a look of hurry, of extracting something from the other — and for the patient and attentive, all is in growth.
The insufficient institutionalization of the state causally results in instances of petty corruption; this is because the individual citizen does not yet have the requisite incentive to buy into the idea of citizenship — therefore, citizen duties of the social contract like paying tax seem onerous as well as psychologically unjust.
Fluid politics: emancipation inside constricted structures of political organization.
Only fools aspire to dominate others in the name of the Lord; they thrive on obsequiousness and fantasies, all the while the sewerage in their very street lies in utter délabrement.
It is the promise of relief that has kept many a man alive; “for the needy shall not always be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.”
In the days of death, doom, and destruction, the eyes of the one never close in fear of never opening again; they are frozen open by fear and its partner, uncertainty.
One is caught between disgust and wonder.
Smaller parcels of land should, theoretically, increase interdependence and curtail the excesses of feudalism.