The Dynamics And Structures Found In Those

A Lot Of The Time I'm In The Present, And I'm Thinking About The Past Or Scheming About The Future And Missing Every Present Moment, Instead Of Actually Partaking Of The Sacrament Of Every Present Moment.

How Do We Define, How Do We Describe, How Do We Explain And/or Understand Ourselves? What Sort Of Creatures Do We Take Ourselves To Be? What Are We? Who Are We? Why Are We? How Do We Come To Be What Or Who We Are Or Take Ourselves To Be? How Do We Give An Account Of Ourselves? How Do We Account For Ourselves, Our Actions, Interactions, Transactions (praxis), Our Biologic Processes? Our Specific Human Existence?

Philosophy Does Not Exist. It Is Nothing But An Hypostatized Abstraction.

The Universe Was A Vast Machine Yesterday, It Is A Hologram Today. Who Knows What Intellectual Rattle We'll Be Shaking Tomorrow.

In The Context Of Our Present Pervasive Madness That We Call Normality, Sanity, Freedom, All Our Frames Of Reference Are Ambiguous And Equivocal.