Vivid Void
I believe in everything. Nothing is sacred. I believe in nothing. Everything is sacred.
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Some of the worst cases of PTSD you will ever see are not from external trauma, but from self-inflicted moral injury. That is, people who have behaved so shamefully that they can'...
Masculinity is in crisis (this time) because femininity is in crisis. There are many reasons for this, & one the worst is that we've started viewing men and women as competing ma...
Getting my shit rocked by a barely literate French peasant monk from the 1600s. SW (Reading the Practice of the Presence of God by Brother Lawrence.) This man attained a form of...
A Poem for Friday "Prayer" by James Joyce Again! Come, give, yield all your strength to me! From far a low word breathes on the breaking brain Its cruel calm, submission's misery,...
You have done well In the contest of madness. You were brave in that holy war. You have all the honorable wounds Of one who has tried to find love Where the Beautiful Bird Do...
"Everything good is costly, and the development of the personality is one of the most costly of all things. It will cost you your innocence, your illusions, your certainty." - CG...
Cognitive Behavioral Therapy catches a lot of shit for the way it's abused by the system, and ok, fair enough. But no one who's doing it well is using it as a standalone modality...
After experience taught me that all the ordinary Surroundings of social life are futile and vain; (Iโm going to show you something very Ugly: someday, it might save your lif...
"The unspoken philosophy is a penitent confession. It is not about having a heart-and-mind that gets excited about competitions, but having a heart-and-mind that becomes peaceful a...
They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods http...
Oh come now (you will say) hear stars! It's clear You've lost your mind!" Iยดll tell you anyway, I often wake to hear what they will say, I push my windows open, pale with tear http...
All people were born By the blue sea. All fathers Are bent over their looms Weaving the texture Their children proceed. All children run from the chatter of the loom To watch on t...