What I Think, What I Write

Life is a big paradox. Caos, maybe, can explain why there are always opposits converging and how this....

Identity fundamentally relies on comparing yourself to others. How our names comparing us with ot....

We come and go, we do and do not. Yet we go back to where we started and it is all the same. Do we actuall...

We live through our memories. We are our memories. How then do we not live everything.

We are made of startdust, we are cosmos itself. An infinite within an infinite within an infinite itself.

We are always moving although we sometimes chose not to.