As an existentialist, I have learned that the duality of my existence is a conflict between self-interest and altruism, rising from the limited time of my apparent mortality. The hedonism of self-serving actions and benefiting the advancement of the cultural continuum. In the melancholy and wonder of infinities; and in the meaninglessness of eternal time that has no beginning or an end, from where I draw all meaning to my actions.
Yet during my expeditions to fundamental depths of existence where paradoxes and devaluations of life’s purpose dwell, I have found love beneath every soul tearing truth of our existence. I exist between the coldest truths and compassion towards all life, as in infinity and eternity, a mortal can but surrender to recognize the condition of life, judging less than understanding the history that has shaped the individual.
Yet, my spirit is a burning flame, fueled by my enduring psychological paradoxes, my light and my shadow. Thus I have an unending thirst to write abstract poetry, study and philosophize the cultural continuum and existence in general, in fringes and what is standing before me.