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Memento.

Published on January 15, 2026

Memento mori.

This little nosegay of devotion is liberating to repeat when undergoing active humiliation. How liberating it is to say: “Memento mori, my death is coming. It will happen one day, and then after that, Judgement Day. That is what’s going to happen. That is the reality. That is what is on the way.” How true it is, and how much more honest it is to say: “I don’t know, I don’t know what I’m talking about.”, as Socrates so once wisely said: “I know that I know nothing.” Why would I know? Why would you ask me? You know all things, so enjoy your little victory. Your little moment of exaltation. It means nothing. Vanity, ashes, dust, and rotting flesh in the dirt fresh with worms is what it is, it is all that it is. My loss, your victory, we end up both in the ground in the end. It was, is, and always will be a waste of time, and time is all that we have. As Seneca would say: “Lay hold of today’s tasks and you will not depend so much upon tomorrow.” All of this is dust and means nothing. So go on, exalt yourself, sit on your high horse, the day of Judgement is coming. What use is it for me to waste my time in vanity, trying to be a “know it all”? For the sake of what? To prove for a moment, that I’m right? I am not right. I strive for wisdom with gritting teeth, and the pain in which my soul is wrangled and weeps for understanding; and met with silence and more obstacles, and more setbacks, and more headaches, and etc.

Deo gratias, Deo gratias, Deo gratias.

If humility, and recalling our mortality, brings one to the earth in abjection, in contrition for one’s sins, then it must be the very lens by which we are to hope for salvation, while having our faces firmly planted in the mud. The ground underneath our feet that will swallow us up one day.

Contrary to this, Pride seems to blind us, and we seem to forget that the end of our time here is coming, and it’s coming quickly. Question is, will we hear the word: “Depart”, or “Well done” at the end of it all?

Something tells me, that winning arguments and framing oneself as a ‘know-it-all’ is not going to help us then. But then again, what do I know? I am a rational heap of ashes, who wants nothing more than peace.

EAR

Privation.

Published on January 13, 2026

The human condition is a mystery. It seems that in varying degrees, across innumerable cultures, of any age, of any generation, there is a lingering gravitas within the rational will that inclines, or rather declines, towards the privation of good. It is most curious indeed, since it is evident, quite obvious even, that the entire potency of the entire collective human spectrum of faculties is, by definition, superior to all other natural things, and in of themselves good. Contingently, assuming this potentiality is in fact actualized by prudence, then it is through reason that the rational animal could bring all of reality into an ordered stewardship, by which other things come to reach their full potential too.

Yet, this is not the case, far from it. All one has to do is look around, and it is self-evident that something is very wrong, everywhere. What could be good, is privatively not. The tragedy of it all is that man seems to be completely helpless in uprooting this cumbersome gravitas that pulls him down to the Earth, towards base things. Likewise, any initiative to improve the situation by human reasoning alone, may start off right, but quickly becomes corrupted and goes off the rails in no time.

Despite this inclination to do what is not good, the act of the will is still completely free. Therefore, all things done that in privation of what is good, is thoroughly, and totally Man’s fault. Whether it is his fault for continuing this slippery slope, or the prior man who set the privation in motion, the fault is shared. Thus, it would seem reasonable to accept that Man is in need of a Savior from this condition of inevitable failure. Indeed, if Man is unable to will himself to the good of what could be, by his meagre power alone, then he is in need of a supernatural grace to get him there.

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

EAR

Thanksgiving.

Published on January 12, 2026

Thanksgiving seems to be the acknowledgement that what is, could have not been, and yet it still is, and may remain to be, not because of one’s merits, but perhaps of the graces operating in his life. An act of thanks, like an act of worship or praise, must be univocal to an act of justice, it is warranted because it may not have been, yet is, even when we don’t deserve a single piece of it.

Why is this the case? I wouldn’t be surprised if it is simply for the sake of giving thanks for the good that is in energy now, actualized already, in potency surely, and contingently favorable, all things considered. How often do we really give thanks to God, not just daily, but every moment? I would imagine it’s probably not very often as we may think that it is operating in habit. I think this is because what is, what was, and what seems likely to remain, is all taken for granted.

“This was as it was when I took the reins, and I’m still not satisfied, and desire more than what I now have, so why must I abject myself to the idea that it could all be taken from me?” the irrational mind asks; but, that’s precisely the point: it can be all taken from you, in the blink of an eye. So, to give acknowledgment, gratitude, recognition, and humiliation to the One whom, out of pure maximal charity, providentially gives what is good to all, seems like the only reasonable thing to do for the one to whom it was given to. To whom all was given, all there ever was, was a simple just act of giving a “thank you” in return.

“Alleluja. Confitemini Domino, quoniam bonus, quoniam in saeculum misericordia ejus.” (Psalmus 117:1)

EAR

Devotion.

Published on January 12, 2026

It seems that the rational soul’s active and conscious, renunciation and rebuking of prior thoughts, premises, and memories of a past life once lived, are necessary acts and daily affections: in order for the man to effectively pursue wisdom, peace of mind, ordered reasoning, and any kind of clear dialectic investigation. All of these aforementioned seem to be the prior cause to the devout life, as taught by St. Francis de Sales in his treatise for the laity, “Introduction to the Devout Life”.

If these privations, negations, and contrary dianoetic conceptions of the soul are not actively purged out and fought against, they seem to be like weeds which infect the garden of the soul that is actively attempting to plant, cultivate, and nurture fruitful ideas that bring the soul to perfection.

The nosegay ejaculations of devotion as collected personally during the meditative ascensions in purifying imperfections in the soul seem to be the key to return to the contrition, soulful stirrings, and resolutions as experienced during a full meditation in God’s presence.

To enter into God’s presence through meditation, or at least to become aware of His omnipresence, seems to be the purpose of acts of Faith, Hope and Charity. To remember the negations of the past life lived, and vigilantly defend one’s disposition, and subsequent affections caused by them, must be acts of Reasoning and Logic. Reasoning is needed to purge useless thoughts; whereas Faith, Hope, and Charity are necessary for God’s grace to fill that purged vacuum.

These things seem to work in tandem, and are both needed to bring about the purification, illumination, and – Lord willing – perfection of the hapless rational soul. In moments of emergencies, and crises, these must be opportunities to employ these acts of the soul and intellect, reject false premises void of evidence, and allow God’s grace to penetrate and transform the adopted soul, and prevent self-destruction. I.e. they seem to be invitations to permanently cement these small ascensions up the ladder of divine ascent and imprint these fruits into the soul. This is unbelievably difficult, not only to remember, but to act on in the heat of the moment. Once again, bringing our attention to what Aristotle teaches as being effective in energy, or in the moment, what is necessarily now. If we cling to this, perhaps we can more effectively, and efficiently grow in true devotion, and reasoning. There is a mysterious balance of co-operation, and submission here.

“Vacate, et videte quoniam ego sum Deus; exaltabor in gentibus, et exaltabor is terra.” (Psalmus 45:10)

EAR

Earth.

Published on January 10, 2026

A mystery it is, that we seemingly were generated into time, out of an abyss of nothingness, into a world far more ancient than ourselves, of which has witnessed the generation of substance, and subversion into ashes of countless hylomorphic rational beings, whom in their toil made many things, and left remnants of their presence here, for time and new generations to see, but not care.

“Ecce mensurabiles posuisti dies meos, et substantia mea tamquam nihilum ante te.” (Psalmus 38:6)

We were never needed, this ancient Earth existed, and will continue to exist, prior and posterior to our short time here; and yet, here we are. If we were never needed, how could the purpose of our existence in necessity be anything but an invitation to stewardship: which presupposes wisdom; which presupposes reason: which presupposes active study. Otherwise, whatever our hands touch will destroy, when it is devoid of reason, of wisdom.

“Verumtamen universa vanitas, omnis homo vivens.” (Psalmus 38:6)

I think this is evident by the way this ancient Earth is treated by us, this home of ours, in which we have cast aside our reasoning and seem to exploit in perpetuum, whilst rejecting the very invitatory vocation we were purposefully designed to assume responsibility of. They speak of going to Mars, and for what? As space is a vacuum, so any community devoid of reason, philosophy, wisdom, and theology, would be also of a vacuum, that by natural consequence, could be filled by something unbelievably devastating, privative, and contrary to reason.

The end would be the same though, after running that irrational course, a man would simply return to ashes and make room for the next generative hylomorphic being. Would that one, continue the damage done, or willfully break the cycle, and walk the paths of the ancients? Only time will tell, and time seems to be something that is merely accidental to the Earth we’ve come into.

Quid superbit terra et cinis? (Ecclesiasticus 10:9)

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

Slugs.

Published on January 7, 2026

What is this unwillingness to speak up? This desire push things on other people, to not share the burden, but watch someone else suffer for the sake of your own comfort, laziness, and illusional peace of mind? Why do people do this? I think it comes from an unwillingness to take risks. To make oneself vulnerable to defeat, or possibly victory. So, like a bunch of fat slugs, we hide in our little holes and deflect, redirect, forward, and forget. This can’t be human, or normal behaviors. It seems to be a sign of a culture that is slowly dying and imploding on itself. A culture and society that is devoid of reasoning, logic, and wisdom, ethics too.

In this cesspool of sloth, everyone is operating in this mode but pretending to act as if they are indeed acting upon anything at all. Yet, when one calls things out for what it is, feathers get ruffled, feelings get hurt, and tenured positions become threatened. Passive aggressive toxicity rises, and enemies are made. The very same enemies who, prior to you speaking up, were your friends when they were permitted to shove their responsibilities onto your desk, your inbox. Now, no longer.

The cost of this is the deprivation of the victim’s peace of mind, his willingness to serve is exploited, and the freedom to study is slowly taken away from him. This is a great paradox, a culture that prides itself on being scientific and learned, becomes the very black hole which destroys any contingency for the higher things that it imagines itself to be promoting.

EAR

Deserts.

Published on January 6, 2026

Deserts seem to be the place, where a man’s intellect and heart are tried, and tested, by an arid desolation that permeates to the core of one’s entire being. They also seem to be a reminder of the place that one left behind, when pursuing wisdom, and the incarnate Word. Though to be completely honest, a desert must not have been apparent to one prior to taking up the labor of seeking wisdom, and the grace of baptism. We must have been severely distracted, blissfully ignorant, or in serious denial of the severity and danger of this condition.

It seems to me there are a few options in response to this season of aridity: distraction, despair, or persistence. To distract is to be in denial. To despair is to be buried alive. To persist is to grow. It also seems that this desert never really goes away but lingers as we are reminded of what we left behind. Perhaps as we persist in wisdom, this reminder of the desert only grows more painful, and distasteful when it presents itself. It’s as if to go back to it, would only bring greater torment, because your eyes have opened to the truth, and you cannot unsee, or unlearn what you now know.

So, the only option is to persist and go on. To do anything else, seems unbelievably unreasonable, and irrational.

EAR

Mnemonics.

Published on January 4, 2026

Had I not stumbled upon the mnemonic chart of syllogisms, as used by the Renaissance masters for their students at that time, I would have been utterly lost in this chapter. I honestly could not figure out, why in the world Aristotle would provide all these different examples of invalid syllogisms, and not provide one demonstration of a valid one with predefined terms from natural philosophy. I was trying to understand the point and purpose of this. Every example he provided did not make any sense to me and felt very absurd to even reason with: “Some horse is no white, no crow is a horse, therefore no crow is white.” I kept asking myself, “So what? That, ‘no crow is a horse, while some horse is not white?’ What does that have to with a crow not being white? It has nothing to with it; these things are irrelevant and prove nothing about each other.”

Learning of Barbara, Celarent, Darii, and Ferio shed light on this question. It was such a huge breakthrough for me. Once I learned their propositional order, then it became a piece of cake to simply diagram out each syllogism in my notes and see why these were not working. In fact, I was able to quickly recognize what was universal, particular, privative, categoric, and the quick determination of the validity of each demonstration. I also noticed a commonality between the four perfect first figure syllogisms: viz. B A, C B, C A. Coming back to my original conundrum of not understanding why he demonstrates these as he did: it seems that he is showing us examples that are wrong, in order to make what is true more apparent to us.

Aristotle, Prior Analytics. Book I, Chapter 4.

EAR