Diapsalmata

As you may know, for a very long time I have maintained the belief that I have nothing new to bring to philosophy, absolutely nothing at all.

None of my ideas are new and none of my ideas are my own. They all come from far greater beings, with far more wisdom than myself. It is also my firm belief that philosophy is complete. As for those who claim to be pushing the boundaries of philosophy “forwards and onwards”, I deem them to be pitiful individuals, who start with untenable beliefs and work backwards to rationalize their self-deceit and guesswork - to salvage the comfort of their ignorance.

But even though I believe that I have no great wisdom to speak of that has not been spoken of before me, I have also come to recognize that philosophy is a path adorned with lies, traps, smooth talkers and all other manners of falsities. To avoid the throes of darkness (as I believe I have done), is so difficult that I don’t even know how to describe it. In truth, one of my dearest and most deep-seated convictions, is that I have only done so by the grace of God alone. I can find no other explanation for how someone who once bore so much weakness, arrogance and enmity in his heart, with no particular intellectual gifts, has been able traverse the pitfalls and temptations of arrogance, certainty and comfort. And so I write with the intention to guide people, just as I have been guided, to a sincere and lucid truth, in which there is no doubt - “لا ريب فيه¨

I must also confess that I am pleasantly surprised by how many people have requested that I write down my thoughts. Unfortunately notebooks of unintelligible scrawl that criss-cross between languages, themes and constant paradigm shifts in my world view, won’t do anyone any good, so my plan for this website (no, I refuse to call it a blog, Im not sharing recipes for cookies or anything like that!), is to elucidate my position clearly, which I’ll be honest, I know I’m really bad at doing sometimes… ok fine, most of the time…

So here they are… or rather here they aren’t, because A levels have guilt tripped me into revising some really riveting concepts - like quadrats. I just love quadrats… because who doesn’t wake up with a burning desire to write a six marker on the biodiversity of grass in a field…

So until I get around to writing something truly meaningful - the aforementioned undertaking, this is all I have to offer…



Posts:

  • Thy venerable vulnerable heart

    Poetry/Prose  · 

    The knife that plunges deepest into the heart causes the most pain and damage, but also lets the most light shine in and lets the most darkness seep out.
    This state of agony, where thoughts flow freely in and out, this, dear reader, is called vulnerability.
    And in vulnerability, those jewels of the spirit - our convictions -...

  • A Sisyphean Task

    Poetry/Prose  · 

    Find solace in thine tears, defiance in expression.
    Make perception thine knife, carve light from depression.

  • Comedy

    Unfinished  · 

    CAUTION: THIS PIECE IS UNFINISHED. I don’t think reading it is quite worth your time just yet…

  • Contradictions

    Analysis, Poetry/Prose  · 

    “When one understands Brorson’s words - “When the heart is most oppressed, then the harp of joy is tuned”, then he has in them a motto for all poetic existence, which necessarily must be unhappy.” For poetry is the smoke of burning passion, and passion is the tension in contradictions - the will that holds together two opposing forces. Take...

  • False Florin

    Poetry/Prose  · 

    Forsake thine golden idol:
    The coveted coin that turns both sheep and lambs from the true way.
    For of the shepherd it has made a wolf,
    And of his flock, obedience to a mortal “salvation”.

    How woefully blind they must seem to passing travellers:
    Bound in rapture by woollen fetters and boasting self-made chains with souls...