Derrida

“Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements [stoicheion] of the world” – Galations 4:3 “In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths [stoicheion] of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid food!” – Hebrews […]

Hegel

Rouse means to rise from sleep. Stendhal syndrome, religious ecstasy, and genital stimulation represent one thing, arousal. Not high or low but absolute. Beyond grappling with the pleasure principle there is the need to make vision of how we orient ourselves to the world according to this new place. I am kept under constant surveillance […]

Epicurus

هَلۡ يَسۡتَوِيٱلۡأَعۡمَىٰ وَٱلۡبَصِيرُ أَمۡ هَلۡ تَسۡتَوِي ٱلظُّلُمَٰتُ وَٱلنُّورُۗ Cicero in the De finibus bonorum et malorum takes issue with Epicurus for making a peculiar statement about pleasure and commentators since have made a dichotomy about this idea and attributed to Epicurus himself. Only recently has there been speculation regarding the merit of viewing Epicurus this […]

456

“For the director of music. For pipes.” “Their throat is an open grave” “Among the dead no one proclaims your name. Who praises you from the grave?” “I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord” “Behold, I have put my words in […]

Ramblings

“True, by this time it was not a blank space any more. It had got filled since my boyhood with rivers and lakes and names. It had ceased to be a blank space of delightful mystery—a white patch for a boy to dream gloriously over. It had become a place of darkness. But there was […]

Plato

There’s a part in Euthyphro where Socrates starts talking the difference between carrying and being carried, leading and being led, seeing and being seen and asks Euthyphro if he knew where the difference lies and Euthyphro says “I think I understand”. I certainly didn’t have a clue what the fuck Socrates was on about so […]

Short Story

A current ran through his corpus, spongiosum to cavernosa, as the peak of her wet love language swathed the slit with electric spit, grateful smacks and French smooches, as he, flooding to the basest form of life, vibrated in the dual tone of “Ah!” and “Hoh!”, as from the grips of an incurable disease, felt […]