I Am Made of Catastrophes

  As both an embodied body and an abstract will I am headed towards catastrophe. Being is mortal. Death is the ultimate horizon, the condition of which being-there is no longer there. I want to be an authentic human being. It is essential to project my life onto the horizon of my death in orderContinue reading “I Am Made of Catastrophes”

The Weary Nihilist

“A flesh that rots, decays, and dies.  We are beings that not only think being, but that are beings among beings.  What are we to do with that fleshiness of being, of existence; a fleshiness that endures entropy, that decays, that dies?  How can we redeem that flesh when we’ve abandoned all transcendent realms, allContinue reading “The Weary Nihilist”