humanity – The Oracle of Z

Reality, Mysticism and Psychedelia

The first time I ever “tripped” I was sitting in a university classroom. I went on a mystical journey to a time before time, where the totality of what would have been existence represented itself to me as a tableau my mind could comprehend: a committee meeting to choose the laws of physics where godContinue reading “Reality, Mysticism and Psychedelia”

Impermanence, OR how to act when the future isn’t coming

Half-built slate retaining wall with cedar raised bed above and craftsman house in the background

Reading [listening to] Terry Tempest Williams’s essay collection Erosion: Essays of Undoing while building my retaining wall [and maybe doubling down on irony]. It is a transcript of a conversation between herself and Tim deChristopher before his 2011 sentencing after being found guilty of violations of the Federal Onshore Oil and Gas Leasing Reform Act.Continue reading “Impermanence, OR how to act when the future isn’t coming”

On Freedom, OR: ‘Murica!

This is a post I wanted to write, or was mentally writing, on US Independence Day, but was not at liberty to sit down and actually write, which continues to strike me as ironic [kind of like everything about the American concept of “freedom”]. I don’t know what “freedom” is, or rather that is misdirectionContinue reading “On Freedom, OR: ‘Murica!”

#ActuallyAutistic Part 2: Masking, OR “you don’t seem autistic”

Y’all, my exhaustion is exhausted. The internet wants me to think that this is the brain fog of the late pandemic, and it isn’t not that, but it is actually a whole other thing for me personally. And that thing is called “masking.” Masking is the process of learning and implementing the behaviors required byContinue reading “#ActuallyAutistic Part 2: Masking, OR “you don’t seem autistic””

Sonder

In high school, because of mine and my mother’s disgraced retreat from a repossessed mobile home to a rundown apartment complex resultant of her bankruptcy, I had a 45 minute commute to high school in my hand-me-down 1991 Buick Century, Bonnie. I traveled through an affluent suburb, down old state route 421 to my ruralContinue reading “Sonder”