January is upon us.
This is my year end post. I will be somewhat, given a new year, less prone to sharing chunks of what I have read. Yes yes, I am well aware one view is I ought pre-digest as a good chef and then after confirming what I vomit and share is the item on the menu ask you to subscribe.
Nah. I just do not care.
Straight no chaser, no adulterations, the text stands for your perusal and comment. Comment truly interests me more than likes. On a par with reposts the comment encourages my research and thought.People who decide to follow me drop me for unknown reasons so I think it is block text. People prefer less. I ain’t a short order cook. Nor journalist. I am a Surrealist observer engaged in combat with Suchness.
Lingering Sanity is always hoping to point others to the Surrealist road I chose, I think in the end 1975, I decided !BASTA. Clearly 2023 was not in mind, only the idiots of Technique. Silly slaves of Phynance more important than Hoi Polloi vaccinated and some now are sick and others dead.
In any case, those who share, subscribe, donate, comment, repost, and read I thank you so much. We are all wise folk confronting the Elephant.
Freedom gives birth to evil as well as good. Therefore evil does not deny the existence of meaning, but rather confirms it. Freedom is not created, because it is not nature; freedom existed before the world began, it is rooted in immemorial nothingness. God is almighty over being, but not over nothingness, or over freedom. Berdyaev.
Happy New Year.
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