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 I will decide if I continue with the inquiry or publish all the unpublished yield of my investigations over the past couple of months.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…

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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 in regards to time as I feel that will only make my writing suffer.

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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

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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