Month: November 2015

Death is nothing at all

Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we… Read more »

Truth Meter

What if that uncomfortable feeling of panic, of anxiety that seeks with life long resolve to be heard, to be known was actually a sixth sense of sorts. A truth meter?  

Eating Animals

Reading “Eating Animals” by Jonathan Safras. Only on chapter 3, but I have a feeling that before I finish, maybe even now, I will simply know (or reconfirm) too much to continue as a status quo omnivore. I can understand hunting for food, but not for sport. Farming for sustenance, but not solely for profit…. Read more »