Book

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For: K. T. ~ Thank You!   Tattered pages feather Toward a dimming light; Longing to be touched Just one more time. Time is nascent, VIEW the POST

Philosophical Fragments – Truth

Philosophical Fragments – Truth

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1.1 Truth does not inhabit the space of possibility, but rather, only inhabits the space of what is. Conversely, possibility merely exists in a realm of expectation. It can only hope for that which truth has already obtained. One cannot “know” truth. If what is true is identical to what is, then only that which is, can obtain that truth. To ...

For truth to be known, it must first be stomped upon by the world

For truth to be known, it must first be stomped upon by the world

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If I were a blank slate, with respect to knowledge, what would be the first truth I encountered? Descartes believed, for example, that an individual cannot doubt their ability to doubt. For Descartes, this necessitated that thinking was the chief constituent to a universal truth. This line of reasoning requires us to accept the fact (through deduction) that the mind ...

Horizon

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As I come upon a hill At eventide, I can see The tops of the trees are white And are as high as they are wide Contrasting the darkening nearby sky Against the ever-present moment of time VIEW the POST

I am only a man

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Seven times I died before winter’s end. Eyes accustomed to weeping through the night Thinking thoughts about the loss; And longing to belong To the air you breathe one more time; But I am wholly unworthy VIEW the POST

The Subjective-Singular-Self

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  There exist several positions related to the construction of the self that will be mentioned briefly here. First, the singular-self must be understood in two ways: ontologically and linguistically. Ontologically, it is the position of an individual self in relation to its subject matter. Second, it is from this position that an existing self can acquire true knowledge of the ...

For a Season

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I set aside a season for my love And a garden to remember her by; So that upon the chime of the new moon My dear love would arrive.   Oh, where has the time gone, Since last she did pass? I have been lost for so long, And so long, lost in the past -   Leaving me wounded from the years Of a time lived without her love My war–torn ...

Experiencing Death

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I wonder what it will be like when I die Will my th

Becoming

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I am like a shadow moving into the dark Concealing what is real; Hiding among the familiar – I boast a sense of ordinary, Making no motion towards progress I self-loath my own apathy. VIEW the POST

Why do the birds rise so early

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Why do the birds rise so early In the morning I ask; But then I remembered What it’s like in unrest. …and so in that way I am Much like my winged friends Except I only wish I could sing Like them - So early in the morning.