What I Believe

Philosophy, as I inhabit it, proceeds from the tactile and ascends toward the cosmological without forfeiting the grain of the immediate: a hand rests upon rain-darkened granite and feels the lichened stipple beneath the fingertips; the nostrils register kelp-rot and diesel from the harbor; a gull’s cry fissures the morning air; from these particulars arises a meditation on sovereignty, appetite, and destiny, for every organism asserts a claim through metabolism and gesture, and every polity seeks to regulate that claim through ordinance and abstraction, smoothing the baroque singularity of persons into administrable silhouettes; I therefore champion the incandescent particular, the unrepeatable cadence of a voice in stairwell acoustics swollen with overpopulation, mattresses lining banisters, kettles hissing on portable burners while children chase rumor and pigeons through municipal dusk, because density generates both friction and fecundity, and friction sparks invention as readily as conflagration; I study addiction as civic scripture written in veins and credit ledgers, powders dissolving on tongues while algorithms circulate invitations, poison braided with remedy in the same ampoule, and I read in this choreography an economic catechism that reveals how desire migrates from bloodstream to marketplace and back again, a metonymic circuit whose voltages illuminate broader manias; I observe sexuality as theater of power and vulnerability, lamplight gilding clavicles, breath quickening into arrhythmic chant, bodies negotiating dominance and reciprocity with ethical consequence inscribed in muscle memory, and I insist upon lucidity in depicting these rites, for candor confers dignity even upon extremity; I attend to horror as an instrument of perception, torture chambers rendered with archival precision, witnesses trembling yet attentive, the grotesque elongation of limb or bloom of wound exposing appetites that polite discourse conceals, so that revulsion becomes pedagogue and the reader’s pulse tutors the intellect; I regard language as a feral garden where Latin roots tangle with dockside slang, anagrams wink from alley walls, coinages sprout like volunteer fennel, and through this lexical exuberance individuality resists homogenizing decree; I distrust regimes that standardize timbre and tempo, fluorescent corridors humming with committees that distribute beige vocabularies, while clandestine gardens of speech flourish in kitchens and printshops, irrigated by risk and laughter; I honor science as disciplined wonder, microscopes revealing ciliary forests in tidal pools, equations arching with austere elegance, laboratories luminous with antiseptic resolve, for inquiry binds humility to audacity and situates humanity within a wider animal syntax whose wolves and bees enact their own grammars of coordination; I contemplate determinism as climate, heredity, hunger, and fatigue pressing upon the body, yet within that pressure I witness craft as counterforce, cedar planed into fragrant scrolls, theorems coaxed into coherence, canvases saturated with vermilion and bruise-blue, each act of making a declaration of local sovereignty amid cosmic amplitude; I trace history’s upheavals through boulevards thronged with banners, presses thundering, sirens keening, hunger etching cheekbones into iconography, and I perceive beneath these spectacles a mythic undertow in which catastrophe and renewal entwine, apocalyptic dread paired with germinal possibility; I examine identity as sediment laid down by the verdicts of neighbors and newspapers, tribunals and lovers, until volcanic counterdefinition erupts and the self composes its own fugue against the chorus; I acknowledge Weltschmerz as afternoon dust in slant light, acedia as gray sediment in monastery and office alike, yet I cultivate an optimism grounded in sensuous contact, in moss carpeting granite, ravens wheeling above carrion, tides advancing with lunar fidelity, because the universe radiates plenitude through indifferent abundance and thereby invites fierce participation; I interrogate zero-sum domination against positive-sum cooperation in classrooms and bedrooms, markets and laboratories, observing that generosity multiplies vitality while coercion corrodes it, and I argue for a civilization that prizes exuberant difference over administrative symmetry; I traverse descent as pedagogy, archives and alleyways, incense and vellum, sigils traced in sand beside statistical tables, emerging with a gnosis earned through contact rather than decree; I compose with rhythmic intention, phrases swelling and receding like surf, each word bearing weight, each image anchored in phenomenological clarity, so that scholarship and lyricism interpenetrate; and through this long vigilance I affirm a creed of radical particularity, wherein every consciousness articulates its theorem in breath and gesture, where dread sharpens rather than silences perception, where politics yields before the flamboyant fact of singular lives, and where the page becomes a tidepool in which terror, beauty, appetite, and compassion coexist in phosphorescent simultaneity, inviting the reader into electric, responsible, civilized fervor.

 

More succinct - you ask me my philosophy? 

 

Exuberant particularity. 

Each organism articulates its own theorem of existence; each consciousness composes a fugue of memory and aspiration. Through attentive perception and fearless expression, life attains a radiance that outshines dread, even while acknowledging its shadowed twin.