The heart of the fool is in his tongue; the tongue of the prudent is in his heart.
Part philosopher, poet, psychologist, musician, social commentator, and whose soul is in perpetual unrest, this author is keen on the subject to the many frailties and strengths of the human condition and has an affinity with writing about such matters.
Whether the post is about ethics, philosophy, psychology, world religions, political philosophies, depression, a pre-deluvian ancient civilization, the Giza plateau, 911, the Illuminati, ancient alien theory, music, poetry, or blues rock guitar, you’ll find a rendering about such events within this blog.
Attended San Diego State University
Double Major: Psychology and Philosophy
resides and contemplates about such matters in Southern California
I want to make one thing absolutely clear. I am not a Zen Buddhist, I am not advocating Zen Buddhism, I am not trying to convert anyone to it. I have nothing to sell. I’m an entertainer. That is to say, in the same sense, that when you go to a concert and you listen to someone play Mozart, he has nothing to sell except the sound of the music. He doesn’t want to convert you to anything. He doesn’t want you to join an organization in favor of Mozart’s music as opposed to, say, Beethoven’s. And I approach you in the same spirit as a musician with his piano or a violinist with his violin. I just want you to enjoy a point of view that I enjoy.