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The philosophy of loneliness

Posted on August 25, 2011 by
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If we’re so inadequate in simple situations how could we pretend we know what truth is? Why should we torment our lives to something we may never know? And I heard the agnostics say, “I don’t really care what truth is and what a lie is”. But is all we want to consider that we are whatever we are and we will make the best of it so that we can deny ourselves the possibility of leading a tormented life? Do we feel comfortable with what is occurring around us, as we try to avoid situations that affect us negatively and “go with the flow” so to speak? But then why do we need to think and seek? Continue reading →

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The truth about loneliness

Posted on August 21, 2011 by
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Something has been upsetting me lately. Something that crept into my philosophical thoughts without warning and left me sleepless at night, when the moon shines high outside of my window and the wind that visits me cannot take away feelings of helplessness. Something has come as an uninvited guest into my night to shed light where there was darkness and shade where the light was blinding me; an aide to help me deal with the pain of emptiness. Continue reading →

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Salon

Posted on July 8, 2011 by
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Morning cacophony escorts friends through diesel fumes,
on trolleys in overload, over sleazy footpaths ready to implode ,
under bitter orange trees
to her door where coffees brews
Tortes and pastries await Continue reading →

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Wounded

Posted on June 9, 2011 by
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Clipped wings flight hovering
in our lonely thoughts
of the postponement abyss Continue reading →

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A Lonely Life

Posted on August 13, 2009 by
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I saw him again yesterday afternoon when I was riding my bike along the beach. He was sitting on a bench gazing at the horizon, oblivious of what was going on around him. I noticed he had a sad expression on his face. Steve is tall and skinny with a rugged face and short grey hair. He is seventy five … Continue reading →

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