Descartes' Dream I was a lonely cripple Seeking shelter; I heard thunder, saw fire. Sleeping too much, Snow on the rise. My bones warm in an oven. I am outside again, Near the church entrance. A whirlwind spins me round. I fall on my knees, drag Myself along the damp ground Towards my own grave. Is this the path I should take? What of thinking? I awake but I am still Sleeping. What did The thunder say? What? Can geometry put Flesh on the bone? Can it save the soul? I cannot

Thinking Therefore I Am Seeing this house, that tree, the sky – my experience is already in accord with certain classes of thought*. World anterior to thought occluded, excluded. Vision unfree, bound by laws and logic, and I am unfree with it. So where is freedom? Nowhere, for to point to it in terms of there is to think of space. And to think of it in terms of when is to think of time. And so? The solution? Drop the agenda! The self that asks these questions is the self t

Thinking of Being without Heaviness or Depth Part 1: Being and heaviness People who suffer from depression often complain of a feeling of heaviness; not just in the emotional or mental sense, but as something physical — a visceral sensation pressing on the chest or wrapping itself around the body and the legs. Some sufferers say it is like having lead weights on their legs. Among the DSM-IV criteria for atypical depression is: “Leaden paralysis (i.e. heavy, leaden feelings i