The concept of “Self” is an incredibly fragile one, resembling a wool-soft slime with a hint of vitality. Just like a newborn, it blinks...

if this is the end, then when did it start? Life is eternal – infinite I am the sun the soil the water the air purify what is unclean and...

It was late in the nebulous night when The Herakles was stopped in the middle of its charted course through the near unending inky black...