(ramblings from a previous version of my brain)
CHAPTER 1: Seeking a fulfilling life is an absolute and complete waste of time.
Sitting slouched over my superego I perch ripe for the taking of my own life. Not by any typical manner, but by the slow and stealthy complexity of an unfulfilled but arrogant perception of life.
Writhing with contempt for the stupor of glad overtures by the minions of stupid humans groping their way toward Godly happiness; merely an undeserving ennui gained not by healthy indulgence and savoring of epicurean delight or fascination of spontaneous virtue, but like sheep to the slaughter – gleeful for no other reason than that exemplified by pursuance of and success in embracing the popular path. Weak lives framed by the myopia of the over-simplification of right and wrong.
The Pandemic as a Catalyst for Institutional Innovation
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The following essay is adapted from a talk given on May 5 at Radical May, a
month-long series of events hosted by a consortium of fifty-plus book
publish...
3 years ago
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