About Me

In search of the beatnik spontaneous prose and calibrated sperit, educated by Dostoevsky, Nietzsche, Pessoa, Malick & Dylan.  A misanthrope with a heart of gold,  I write out melancholic moods, play with philosophy, rage against science, ruminate on ethics, mull over film and occasionally question what it is to be a father.  I am here everyday to try and document something true and meaningful.  And to efface that last sentence, here is the quote from which this blog derives its name: 

“Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there was a star upon which clever beasts invented knowing. That was the most arrogant and mendacious minute of “world history,” but nevertheless, it was only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths, the star cooled and congealed, and the clever beasts had to die. One might invent such a fable, and yet he still would not have adequately illustrated how miserable, how shadowy and transient, how aimless and arbitrary the human intellect looks within nature. There were eternities during which it did not exist. And when it is all over with the human intellect, nothing will have happened.”

On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense (1873) - Nietzsche

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