I think we are meant to move life forward even mundanely but everyone should get to the point of metaphysical searching breaks. I used to want all the answers. I think we can get some but most will evade us until death at least. Btw nice essay. Need to catch up w your writing 🙂
You okay? I’m noticing a theme that worries me. I can hear that you are hurting. I care.
I am a priestess as well as a philosopher, and my duties include pastoral care. Please contact me if you need to talk. We can do a Tarot reading or just chat. We can even discuss philosophy, if you would like. My specialization was philosophy of science (in the very analytic department of UCSC), but I think I can swim in the Existentialist and Continentalist pool without making a fool of myself, if that is where you are at. I am a great devotee of Kierkegaard (my blog’s name actually comes from his work) and Martin Buber, so I am not entirely a barbarian.
I'm okay! Thanks Alice. I was going through a little bipolar depression when writing a couple of these so that's why they might seem a little morbid, but all good now! Just a thing in life you know. Thanks again :) I do love the Continentals :P
Well, I am drunk, and you are mad. Who is going to lead us home?
Well I’ll try but I’m drunk too. Let’s go! Ha
Thank Gawd for airport bars. And airline staff. 🧡
Excellent essay, as usual. "On stupidity then and stupidity now", "please tell me...:" oh, with what a deep sadness I echo every word.
Thanks Christina!
I think we are meant to move life forward even mundanely but everyone should get to the point of metaphysical searching breaks. I used to want all the answers. I think we can get some but most will evade us until death at least. Btw nice essay. Need to catch up w your writing 🙂
You okay? I’m noticing a theme that worries me. I can hear that you are hurting. I care.
I am a priestess as well as a philosopher, and my duties include pastoral care. Please contact me if you need to talk. We can do a Tarot reading or just chat. We can even discuss philosophy, if you would like. My specialization was philosophy of science (in the very analytic department of UCSC), but I think I can swim in the Existentialist and Continentalist pool without making a fool of myself, if that is where you are at. I am a great devotee of Kierkegaard (my blog’s name actually comes from his work) and Martin Buber, so I am not entirely a barbarian.
So yeah, if I can help, please let me know.
I'm okay! Thanks Alice. I was going through a little bipolar depression when writing a couple of these so that's why they might seem a little morbid, but all good now! Just a thing in life you know. Thanks again :) I do love the Continentals :P
Okay, just wanted to check in.
Not for Everyone. But maybe for you and your patrons?
Hello The Horn Gate,
I hope this finds you in a rare pocket of stillness.
We hold deep respect for what you've built here—and for how.
We’ve just opened the door to something we’ve been quietly handcrafting for years.
Not for mass markets. Not for scale. But for memory and reflection.
Not designed to perform. Designed to endure.
It’s called The Silent Treasury.
A sanctuary where truth, judgment, and consciousness are kept like firewood—dry, sacred, and meant for long winters.
Where trust, vision, patience, and stewardship are treated as capital—more rare, perhaps, than liquidity itself.
The 3 inaugural pieces speak to quiet truths we've long engaged with:
1. The Hidden Costs of Clarity Culture — for long term, irreversible decisions
2. Why Judgment, ‘Signal’, and Trust Migrate Toward Niche Information Sanctuaries
3. Why many modern investment ecosystems (PE, VC, Hedge, ALT, spac, rollups) fracture before they root
These are not short, nor designed for virality.
They are multi-sensory, slow experiences—built to last.
If this speaks to something you've always felt but rarely seen expressed,
perhaps these works belong in your world.
One publication link is enclosed, should you choose to start experiencing.
https://helloin.substack.com/p/from-brightness-to-blindness-the?r=5i8pez
Warmly,
The Silent Treasury