“May the noise in you power you to grow to make music again”

Perhaps when we find ourselves bobbing our heads to inner resonance, we’re glimpsing what could be a lovely alignment of frequencies, that which we call music.

“I Came Running” by Ancient Astronauts

This music video was created as a class assignment for MEJO 782 at UNC’s School of Media and Journalism to give students quick practice with Adobe Premiere. The song featured … Continue reading “I Came Running” by Ancient Astronauts

“Something comfortable in our vulnerability”: On Freewill and Empathy

We each struggle to balance our passionate vulnerabilities with our comfortable securities. Then we find there is something comfortable in our vulnerability, and something secure in our passions, and that … Continue reading “Something comfortable in our vulnerability”: On Freewill and Empathy

Fractures Altogether.

And then everything that exists, as one breathing system, peers through her eyes, his eyes, their eyes, to experience a perspective and inhabit a special space in time — a knot that dances within a meshwork of everything. And as the gaze moves, altogether everything moves with it, feeding it and being fed by it. … Read More: https://christicomplex.wordpress.com/2017/03/22/fractures-altogether/

Particles and State-of-Being: A Clarifying Response to Shaun Terry

    In approaching identity, I like the visualization of “approaching” identity in a way similar to evaluating the ‘limit‘ as x approaches a value, where x is a representation of a … Continue reading Particles and State-of-Being: A Clarifying Response to Shaun Terry

Infinity and Identity (First Draft)

Draft 2 here Let’s suppose that one means of approaching identity, considered here as an expression of place among existing possible places, is informed by a combination of elements: past … Continue reading Infinity and Identity (First Draft)

Prickler plant, UNC Botanical Gardens

Escape by Transformation

There is something savory about the friction furnished by the subtle stubble on your face; it’s like a gentle, tingly massage cueing me in to the currency of the moment. If … Continue reading Escape by Transformation

crouching by the stream of consciousness

The Indigence of Inhibition

Shaky fingers caress the heartstrings of a stranger, as the mind tingles in anticipation of uncharted consequence. What has changed in these past few weeks,