The greatest question to me at this moment is "what am I?"

Not just as it pertains to my social label of Humanist, atheist, agnostic, irreligious, skeptical, etc., but in relation to my mere existence. This fuzzy feeling I get when crawling around in the darkness of existentialism seems too real. I keep finding new ideas and experiences and when I press their "on" buttons to see what they do, it changes my perception of reality. It's more than just being objective when playing with…

“Now that I’ve shed my skin completely, One true reality alone exists.”

Zen saying

Zen monk: “How should I escape birth and death?” Zen Master Shih-kung: “What is the use of escaping it?”

“In this world, we eat, shit, sleep and wake up.  After that all we have to do is die.”

Inkyu

Once again it’s Groundhog Day, which was nothing more than a rather witless locally-oriented celebration (and an American…

Running to catch the sun

We are all heading for the grave in an indifferent universe. How do we cope with such existential concerns?





So you run and you run to catch up

with the sun but it's sinking,

Racing around to come up behind you

again.

The sun is the same in a relative way,

but you're older,

Shorter of breath, and one day closer

to…