The rare and occasional visitor to the eye of paradox will note that I have been absent for the most part from my own blog. Ironically, this is not because I have nothing to say. Quite the opposite; I have too much to say and too little time to spend on writing any of it down. That is my reward for trying to improve my...

My previous post on The Paradox of Death is a bit more stream of consciousness than I had intended. That is one of the things that happens when writing about thinking existentially. I know I am going to have to reassess what I wrote; there are a lot of good thoughts in there, but I’m not surprised if people find it...

The whole moving and searching for a better job thing is going slowly, so even with school work, there’s been time to write. Maybe I should not say, write, precisely. I have had a bit of time to pound out some new ideas and wrestle with some old ones, and I am coming to an agreement with myself about what I wanted to...

A good scare is like good sex. It is gripping and all consuming for an eternal moment, but once it has washed through you and you catch your breath, it evaporates. Like smoke, it unravels, curling in upon itself and expanding into nothing. Before you know it, only the memory remains.

It seems that the itch to start working on a book has come back to me. It has to be an insane impulse, because with school and work I have no idea where I’ll find time to actually write anything. Then there’s the fact that I’ll be moving in the next few weeks and looking for a new job. I know I must be crazy. Of...