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Transparency 👻& 🎲 Random Events

Transparency is in fashion (Gaston Legorburu & Darren McColl).

Randomness is a piece of transparency. Any random event in this existence that has been lent to me can be communicated.

It’s really boring, but that’s kind of the point. The common, the daily, is filled with boredom. Boredom that challenges the creative part of us to array ourselves with meaning that we cultivate.

To imbue our actions with meaning. For words to come into parallel with action.

Like when I wash a dish, I would visualise the word “wash” in my mind. Make it flash and sparkle for reducing boredom.


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I quote a lot of books, I really don’t read them in full.

The point for me is to quote ideas from memory. Ideas have to have some kind of weight, some kind of stickiness, to imprint themselves on my mind. Ideas have sources.

I see that my worldview is a conglomeration of ideas from myriad sources. Where I make the most obscure connections, no matter how silly, absurd, or purely insane.

I hesitate to use the word “my” worldview, lest I build up an unnecessary attachment to my limited perception of the world.

So let me call it “a” worldview. A worldview that can be shaped, in tandem of The Spirit and reason, by the beings that I encounter in this journey (out of millions, out of billions – how seemingly insignificant) on earth. Shaped towards The View, The Theory, The Truth.

I have a perception of The Truth. God has The Theory.

In the pursuit of truth, it is unnecessary – emotively, “a waste of time” – to deconstruct lies. Just pick out the truths amongst the lies – taking care to peel back the lies that so often are grafted to truth – and keep going.

And how might one assess the presence of truth? More freedom from the expectations of the ego and society. Less suffering to one self and other fellow beings.

The freeing of the soul from the inner and outer Pharaohs (I think of the story of Moses) of our lives to allow the fullness of love for the self, others, and God.

Love that heals. Love that helps. Love that endures the thorns of betrayal and ridicule.


I nearly used “myriad of sources” but it’s wrong by my English tutor in high school. Thanks Ian!


Upon rereading this post, I sadly admit I am just writing gibberish. 🙈🙈

I will stop editing this post and take this as a lesson in self-acceptance.