If the self is an illusion, does that mean that authenticity or, to be true-to-oneself is a meaningless concept?Read More
This past weekend I disappeared into the mountains and lost my sense of self.
It was bliss.
No cellphone. No mirrors. No to-do lists.Read More
I am not sure that I exist. I am sure of existence itself, but I… what is I?
I am all the steaks I have eaten.
I am all the coffees I have drunk.
I am all the books I have read.Read More