Awakening From The Meaning Crisis

Awakening From The Meaning Crisis

I discovered John Vervake on the Jordan B. Peterson Podcast. He appeared very passionate about his knowledge and demonstrated this in his expression. I didn’t immediately dive in to learn more, but I did get a recommendation for the YouTube algorithm (I know, I know…they scanned my brain) on a video series entitled Awakening From The Meaning Crisis.

In The Meaning Crisis, Vervake traces the roots back to key idea leaders, societal developments and trends, philosophical ideas, religious institutions, psychological themes, and more, attempting to uncover how we arrived in the current state of the meaning crisis. In fifty-plus videos, Vervake explores a lot of territories. He poses ideas such as we should not limit what we believe to what we know. 

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Hi, I’m … Squirrel! Sorry, I have ADHD.

Hi, I’m … Squirrel! Sorry, I have ADHD.

Squirrel!

Oh, if I hear that joke in the mocking of my personal quirks one more time.

The comparison to “Dug”, the talking dog from the animated movie Up, has plagued me for most of my adult life. I (apparently) was (am) distracted by every little thing that had (has) nothing to do with the current situation I was (am) in. I was the poster child for ADHD, the butt of every hyperactivity joke, and even I joked that I had it. But in hindsight, I didn’t really know what it was.

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Nine Perfect Strangers

Nine Perfect Strangers

The new show, Nine Perfect Strangers, is now streaming its fourth episode on Hulu. The show is based on the 2018 book of the same name, by Lian Moriarty.

The show centers around a group of people attending a high-end wellness resort named Tranquilium, for a ten-day retreat. The resort is headed by a Russian woman named Masha (Nicole Kidman). In a former life, she was a driven, ruthless, CEO until she was shot and robbed in a parking garage. The paramedic that saved her, Yao, is her partner at Tranquilium.

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What is it? (A Guide)

What is it? (A Guide)


FROM THE WATERS:

January 19th, 2003

a thin white ghost child laughed by me walking

a thin white ghost child laughed by me walking

into the salted litte air

scent rose from below

night followed me home, twisting the blackness

inside me. now white clouds like a safe snow at

night, descends on a warming chest.

now whites conspire to rid of the dire

as lips follow motions before.

give in to what could never keep us

give in to lighting the basin at the soul soil morning

passing west

give in to the touch of an angel

give in to the vast of a savior

give into fasting from failure, to where hesitance

has dried.

give in to the light that may save us

for the white-ghost childs in joy may cry…

quietly haunting the night


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Welcome. Thank you.

Welcome. Thank you.

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At a time, I’d have referred to this as a vanity project.

(I no longer like the term.)

My first genuine interest in poetry came through Dylan Thomas.

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