As I write at my desk, I am listening to Hans Zimmer’s phenomenal, otherworldly soundtrack to the equally breathtaking movie Interstellar. As I linger on every note, every sound which has neither beginning nor end, but rather an infinite middle-ness, a wave function, spreading further and further into the distance…

Why do I write so much?

There’s the simple answer and then the philosophical answer. First I write a lot because, quite simply, I have a lot to say. I spend most of my day reading a vast corpus of diverse books and authors, from the Old and New Testament to Shakespeare and Tolstoy. I love reading. It’s an insatiable habit. What’s more, the more you read the more insight one gains to the human condition.

The philosophical aspect concerns a Marxist viewpoint on the world. Namely, the concept of praxis, or doing. Our knowledge of the world is not static and is never received through mere absorption. Rather one must be active, actively writing and engaging with knowledge all the time.

So two lessons. Read more to write more. And write more to know more.

Those Embers Fiery

Perhaps one day, ‘though the fire has died out, those embers fiery will yet still speak of that rare moment in history where love and love herself spoke from her giddy throne, and commanded two lovers to feel bliss eternal, for an instant. …

‎Catvraham and the Lord

וַיֹּ֣אמֶר כתברהם יָדֹ֨עַ תֵּדַ֜ע כִּי־גֵ֣ר | יִֽהְיֶ֣ה זַרְעֲךָ֗ בְּאֶ֨רֶץ֙ לֹ֣א לָהֶ֔ם וַֽעֲבָד֖וּם וְעִנּ֣וּ אֹתָ֑ם אלפים. שָׁנָֽה

-And He [The Lord] said to Catvraham, “You shall surely know that your seed will be strangers in a land that is not theirs, and they will enslave them and…

Free-Will, the Concept and Aliens

For this piece I am entirely indebted to the great, even divine, Arthur Schopenhauer, a philosopher so great but neglected that he rivals his true master Plato.

I assume, perhaps problematically, that free will exists. I, however, see no problem myself. It is too self-evident…

Sisyphus or Waiting for Good Art

The scene is terrible Tartarus, home of the most wretched and despised. Monstrous thunder peals in the distance; the forever expanding wasteland vomits out its denizens. Zeus has arrived in the form of a black cloud, to introduce the latest permanent tourist of this…

The Freudian Prophet or Perm

In the small but thriving Russian city of Perm in the indeterminable past, gathered a large crowd outside the local church. News had flitted around the town of a new prophet, a man of God with a message to the local congregants of Christ. Why…

Fragments: The Misogynist

Sir Estabald de la Pancha, knight errant, and man of valor, one day, fell in love with a maiden so fair and so chaste, so graceful and delightful, that he had determined, within the deepest recesses of his heartful palace, to conquer that damsel and proclaim her…

Napoleon and his Men on the Verge of Victory

“Brothers, Comrades, Frenchmen and sons of our glorious Revolution, I put before your eyes the entire expanse of Europe and command you to free her suffering souls. Many miles and journeys have we ventured together, much have we suffered and still…

Adam Saul Krok

Writer, poet, philosopher

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