What is this notion of bliss, this most venerable of a concept? What is it about it that is so unattainable, so desirable, and so fulfilling all at once?
Life is just a series of tiny moments. Unique little, fleeting “nows”… that happen in the moment, before we realise it happened. At an attempt to understand the now, to determine what the now even is, takes us away from it, and to a new experience. A new now, spent on analysing a now that has already passed. For to spend time analysing the moment, you cannot be in it.
Do not consider the version of you, that you are today, to be the best version of you that there
The question often seems as though it is; does God exist? With relative certainty you’ve probably discussed this at some
It would be a presumptuous yet fair statement, to say that we all have a preconceived notion of what we
Isn’t it so interesting, that of the people we are kind to; often ourselves is not one of them? How
When the seed in your hand has come from an apple; it does not matter how much you wish for
There is a reason the question, “What is the meaning of life” has been around since we could perceive our
Suppose that in ten million years, humanity has been long wiped off the face of the planet. Some life still remains, but it has regressed to a more primitive state, due to some cataclysmic event, caused by our own iniquity, or some element of chance.
No animal that could understand the basics of calculus has existed on the rock called Earth for a very long time.
When one day, entirely by chance, our no longer blue planet is discovered, by some nomadic civilisation …