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Category: Metaphysics

Perseverance.

Published on February 19, 2026

What is perseverance? It must be that in which one accepts what is, what was, and what will be. This acceptance seems to be predicated on trust, but in what? Trust in oneself, or trust in the One who made you able to trust? That is an interesting question. I suppose if one must trust in himself, then an ego, by necessity has to project an image in which it can cling to in order to subsist at all. For what is it to say: “I am nothing, therefore I know not”, rather than: “I am X, therefore all things subject to and predicated of X, I am and know of”. That seems reasonable but perhaps it is not, for X surely cannot define you or me. So, if we invest ourselves as if we are the substance in which X derives from, then we must be deceiving ourselves to believe that we are where X begins and where it stops. This must be the root of pride then, that it is the fragile state of putting one’s essence as being that in which is assumed, such as X. So then, can this persevere? Perhaps for a time, until it is severely tested, and by ‘tested’, I mean when it is existentially proven false, and unable to handle severity in truth.

EAR

Exhaustion.

Published on January 9, 2026

The mind that is disordered and irrational seems to be subject to extreme exhaustion. How is it that the mind is so inclined to abstract when it is not necessary to do so? Is the prior cause of this tendency the tech driven world we live in, a lack of discipline, or the natural disposition of the hapless fool who thinks too much, or a combination of all the three? It is my sincere hope, the greatest desire of my heart, to be wise. To be free from these endless, pointless circular abstractions.

In preserving this mental faculty from unnecessary abstractions, it seems that it either comes with experience, or through studying with a master teacher like Aristotle. Time will tell, and we’ll see.

EAR

Unnecessary things.

Published on January 8, 2026

Why do we concern ourselves with things outside of our proximity and control? What is it to us of what happens elsewhere in another city, another state, another land, where the moon is out, while here the sun is risen? Is life, in the moment, right now, not full of its own concerns?

I have stripped myself of all the outside noise of this world, and I wouldn’t say that I’m anymore at peace than the poor fool who concerns himself with sifting through the cacophonous media. What I can say is that I can more clearly control what exactly is consoling my soul and strictly eliminate the unnecessary noise that may disturb it. Yet, despite operating in this mode of simplicity, there is still struggle, a fight for reason, for the ordering of the intellect, a labor for wisdom. It is not easy, but very difficult, and in this wrestling as it were, there is much to look forward to, much to hope for, much to dream of, many wonderful and beautiful experiences in store.

But it’s not for free, it’s not for the faint of heart, but for the valiant, the persistent. There is too much work to do, such little time to do it, the clock keeps ticking, and the last thing we should do is concern ourselves with unnecessary things.

EAR