Category: Poetry

  • Reality

    Our most amazing ability is the ability to ignore.
    As we grow, we learn not by multiplying connections in the brain, but by losing them.
    We combine our expectations and biases with our perceptions,
    which are themselves fictions created by our brains
    simplifying and organizing multiple chaotic inputs.
    Thus we create a thin veneer of simplicity and predictability
    over terrifyingly unmanageable chaos
    and call it reality.

  • Level of abstraction

    Nothing generates as much philosophical drivel as incorrectly chosen level of abstraction.
    “What are the origins of evil?” –
    ask a stupid question – get a religion.

  • Water

    The mystery and majesty of the deep dark wood,
    largely invisible without spotlights.

  • Life

    Life passes through the pool of light:
    a happy couple, oblivious to the world, seeing only their dreams reflected in each other…
    a lonely thinker, looking in astonishment at how small the light is compared to the vastness of its absence…
    and they are gone…

  • Campfire Stories

    Fear – the most atavistic of our instincts.
    Fear of others robs us of our kindness by becoming aggression.
    Fear of loss robs us of our freedom by becoming routine.
    Fear of death robs us of our dignity by becoming religion.
    Fear is why there is nothing more important
    than the illusion that monsters do not exist
    by the camp-fire in the night.

  • THE ULTIMATE SECRET OF LEADING A LESS STRESSFUL AND MORE PRODUCTIVE LIFE!!!

    Don’t make unnecessary choices,
    it really doesn’t matter what colour shoes you are wearing today!

  • Me and Mark Twain are like that!

    Our planet seems to be becoming smaller by the year,
    as technology and communications develop, and yet …
    When I encounter popular media
    with our mediaeval debates about local religions or news
    with our primitive tribal politics,
    I keep thinking:
    “Things are getting better…
    most people are still poorly educated…
    it is just a matter of time…”
    and then I read Mark Twain
    and realise that this is how he consoled himself
    more than a hundred years ago…

  • That Way

    Wanderers and wonderers –
    displaced, dispossessed,
    question marks in our sentences,
    yeast in our dough.
    They are thoughts and people
    who cause us unrest
    for you have to see your discomfort
    in order to grow.

  • The semiotics of public spaces

    Isn’t it amazing
    how signs are so much more efficient at destroying meaning
    than at conveying it?

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