It is fortunate for us, however, that Nature is so imperfect, as otherwise we should have no art at all — Oscar Wilde How true, how true — but alas, art is, truly, less perfect than nature. When are we going to learn that we can imagine the ideal, butContinue Reading

My qualiadelic philosophy is a mere framework, a skeleton, a blueprint or a map that helps me know the world. It is like a child’s sketch of a tree, or a house, or a face – poor art, perhaps, but charming. Living it, though, when I notice new qualia orContinue Reading

Watching a therapist on YouTube last night I was struck by the irony in his “hacks” to get through depressive episodes. Basically, he suggested leveraging convenience to keep from spiraling deeper into the funk. He used the example of a lawnmower: if a tool can make it easier to getContinue Reading