Moments ago, my inquiry found a place of rest. This place of rest is fleeting. It will be gone any moment now. I will decide if I continue with the inquiry or publish all the unpublished yield of my investigations over the past couple of months.

Tell me what you want me to do and I will take it into consideration when I’m making my decision that will most probably be made before I fall asleep soon.

Also, Erik, some others, and I may be making a YouTube channel soon, so watch out for that as it will contain just pure gold. The videos will contain content that can certainly shake up many boring and stale discourses.

Best wishes and regards for the year 2023,

Evan

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So, for the past month, I have mainly been writing a single paper. It is almost a couple hundred pages. It has to do with epistemology, more specifically getting around skepticism. I don’t know when I’ll be done with it. I do not want to pose any restrictions on myself…

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Here are a few reasons:

  1. College stuff. Applying to college and figuring out where you want to go takes a good degree of consideration and lots of time. Or, at least, it has for me. So, I have been doing that for the past couple of months.
  2. Breakup. I’m going through a tough breakup.
  3. School work in general. I still have to do school work and that takes up time.
  4. Other obligations. Obligations take up my time and thus take away time I could have used to finish some of my essays.

Those are some of the reasons some of my recent work is unfinished. Happy Halloween!

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My anticipation stings

My tears ready

My solitude approaching

My wails liberating

This has all come upon me all too soon and at the most inopportune time

Why must I always get the short end of the stick?

My love boundless

My care abundant

My problems defeasible

My issues annulled

All I have is myself and my love, but I can never love myself

My body malnourished

My mind starving

My soul empty

My desires denied

My hopes annihilated

My dreams aborted

My future dissolved

My wonder everlasting

My devotion supreme

Devotion is love toward one who excites our wonder.

— Benedict de Spinoza, Ethics, p. 211

Time goes on

Yet, somehow, I feel I’ll always be devoted to you

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Evan Jack

How sweet terror is, not a single line, or a ray of morning sunlight fails to contain the sweetness of anguish. - Georges Bataille