Isn’t it paradoxical that I think so low of other people whereas when I am with them it’s actually me who is disregarded and ignored? Pierce would say I am suffering from an illusion...
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
A stupid wretched person. Wretched because she is stupid? Or stupid because she is wretched? You never now.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Who is freer to think? A philosophy scholar who makes a living out of thinking, or a farmer who works on farm all day and watches the sunshine in his way back home?
Sunday, October 5, 2008
“I love you”: Something you should never tell a philosopher, The analytic philosopher would have problems with each of the three words. The continental philosopher would accuse you of reducing his existence to your own egoistic expedient!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Far apart I stay with you in peace As there is no need anymore To run away From your run-away
The beauty of your enthusiastic words, dear, is that they don’t Mean anything.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Preparing a page for writing. Decorating a room with ornaments. It’s just another cage. Another enclosure within the boundaries of language. And as always, that is just to extend the fluttering wings. Let it be.
