Without division or interval, the body appears as pure form over content, surface without depth.

Words like mosquitoes swarming / Around me, pestering

What is language? Where does it come from and what does it want (from us)?

Not the growing stem or the leaf blowing in the wind; not the opening bud or the emerging radicle; not the fourfold root yearning for water.

By Richard Mather I am only fully actual when determined in all of my parts, when I am the sum of all predicates that can be attributed...

By Richard Mather If water is the primal origin of all things (as the ancient Greek sage Thales of Miletus supposed), then considering...

What fact makes a principle true? Quid Facti. That is the question.

By Richard Mather I am nothing and you are nothing. but the relation between us isn’t nothing. Infinitesimally small differences...

Said the professor — I am in a vortex, a maelstrom, below the eye’s surface, standing on the abyssal plain, the fundament of all that is....

OVERVIEW: ● The pantheist ontology of Baruch Spinoza (b.1632 – d.1677) is an attempt to deny the accountability of political evil. ●...

We see the visible world as somehow inevitable, with all its ratios of movement & rest, its manifold shapes & ecstatic forms, not...

What is amazing is not that my corpse was contracted and compressed into the earth’s dark matter (while my grave went unmarked and...

By Richard Mather Putting aside the extensive facthood of properties and things distributed in space, one has to wonder whether...

The world is folded in to every object And each thing or idea is the folding And unfolding of space, time and history. And the atom is...

By Richard Mather Adam is a dry rib but sinews are stretched, tissue and flesh fashioned. Man of Spirit, embodied. Descending the...

By Richard Mather There is nothing real anywhere, neither outside of us nor in us. I know of no being at all. Not even myself. Images...

By Richard Mather Kneading Substance [2706__0024] ebrah k’dabri - “I will create as I speak” I am kneading this substance into shape,...

By Richard Mather It learns nothing. It does not remember, Cannot remember. It just is, repeatedly. Without memory, without life. A...

By Richard Mather objects are luminous: their light appears on the intellect’s horizontal plane, that boundary between knower and known.

By Richard Mather Memory is a cloud wherever my body is; A fog of the virtual enveloping the actual. The past contracts to the present at...