The Threshold

It is assumed that we all separate concepts, that we’re all split inside—like our civilized world is split into opposites, into areas, into subjects, each filed separately in compartments. But assuming that the common is the baseline, or natural, or true, prevents us from seeing what is real.

For the First Time

It starts with a “random” thought that springs up out of nowhere. Something my observational apparatus happens to pick up:

“I don’t bother naming things and then I assume they are remembered, taken into consideration from previous writings or sayings. Also, I don’t name them precisely, so they won’t be blown out of proportion and turned into labels. But this is misinterpreted too.”