The memory is fragmented

I get these patches which might be gray or colourful, even some with flowers on there, but there’s so much missing, I feel like

It’s going to have to be a quilt, then

That’s the best I can do, unfortunately

I remember one Walpurgis fire, or say Beltane (for I am a heathen), and I was eating hot dogs by the giant fire and it’d just started to darken and I might have been with my friend but then suddenly some neighbour’s kid (technically also a neighbour of course) threw a firecracker or shot a rocket which exploded near me. I heard it ringing in my right ear, and I started crying because I got a shock and I walked home with the ringing in my ear and I think back now that I feel sorry for myself then

For the child I was.

And I thought that that was a breakthrough in a sense, because thinking back on who I was then always used to fill me with contempt.

Now that I think on it, I haven’t got any pictures of myself from this time either…

Selftranscendence

“The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of one’s self to others.” ― Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

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Responding

“In the final analysis, the questions of why bad things happen to good people transmutes itself into some very different questions, no longer asking why something happened, but asking how we will respond, what we intend to do now that it happened.” ― Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

#Humanity #TeilhardDeChardin #Responsibility

something about the grey i keep not saying

the cranes are still i am also still this is not the same thing

the river was here before anyone decided where it ends

habitat 67 stacks its windows into a question i already answered wrong

somewhere in the pilings the current keeps moving through what we built to control it

Indianapolis 500

Today I'll follow the Indianapolis 500 INDYCAR Race. My local FOX affiliate TV station will broadcast their Indianapolis 500 Preview Show at 9:00 AM CST with the race following immediately after.

And the adventure continues.

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With bombs dropping in Gaza, Ukraine, Sudan and Iran, and rearmament firmly back on the political agenda worldwide, there is no escaping the age-old question: why is there war? Instinctively, we might assume that states go to war to get something they want. War, as per Von Clausewitz’ famous dictum, is then simply the continuation of diplomacy by other means. Unsatisfied with such a simple answer, the causes of war remain the topic of scholarly debate between opposed schools within the somewhat detached academic field of international relations (IR).

The Empire of Civil Society (hereafter ‘Empire’) is a PhD monograph by Justin Rosenberg that forms part of this debate, assailing the dominant school of neorealism – Wikipedia”) from a marginal Marxist position. It is both an argument against neorealism’s core tenets, and an argument for a reappraisal of the utility of Marxist theory to international relations. First published in 1994, it feels surprisingly relevant to the world of 2026 and the conflicts that are raging across the world today.

Neorealism emerged in the United States after World War Two as a fusion of the old idea of the ‘balance of power’ and game theory. The school took its name as a claim to a hard-nosed tradition of statecraft that says that while peace may be nice, the nature of the international system means conflict and war are inevitable, always have been, and always will be. In very short summary, neorealism posits that because there is no central authority in the world to govern inter-state behaviour, there is a perpetual anarchy giving rise to a Hobbesian conflict of all against all. It doesn’t matter what states want, or who is in charge, or what their domestic politics are. Any state must be constantly vigilant lest their security or power is surpassed by others.

This is the sort of abstraction reminiscent of Newtonian physics where for convenience one might momentarily assume that all objects are frictionless spherical penguins in the vacuum of space. And such simplifications have their uses, but they must justify themselves. Empire contends that neorealism does not provide such justification, and offers a competing theory rooted in the specific mode of production of states, arguing that conflict between them emerges predominantly as a result of how they must reproduce domestically, rather than as the inevitable function of a transhistorical states system.

Rosenberg mounts a dual challenge to neorealism’s dominant position. First, Empire undermines neorealism’s claim to transhistoricity by demonstrating that its favourite examples (Greek and Italian city states) were both quite unlike modern sovereign states and were driven to conflict for historically specific reasons that derived from their political, social and economic structure. Empire than expands on this by investigating the early modern Spanish (Castilian) and Portuguese empires to show that even at the supposed dawn of the states system era, international actions were shaped predominantly by domestic considerations and constraints and impulses resulting from the level and configuration of the political economy at that time, rather than as blind reaction to an international balance of power. It is a persuasive argument – insofar as I am qualified to judge – and beyond the realm of IR it also reads as a detailed and interesting history of the time when Europe’s development began to diverge from the rest of the world. As with any history of this period, it is perhaps unintentionally a salutary reminder that for most of history Europe was marginal to global political economy, and that its ascendence was in no small part the result of the violent destruction of pre-existing manufacturing and mercantile capacity in Asia, culminating in the devastating famines in the 19th century that were described in Late Victorian Holocausts.

Having surveyed this history, Rosenberg then proceeds to contrast it with the modern states system, arguing that rather than something eternal it is actually historically contingent. Unsurprising for a Marxist, Rosenberg finds the motive force of history in the specific mode of production of capitalist economies, which at the state level expresses itself in the near complete separation of the economic and political realm. The assumed anarchic system of ‘free and independent’ states is mirrored in the anarchic market of ‘free and equal’ individuals, who can contract with one another at will, unencumbered by the reciprocal bonds of obligation that pertained in, for example, European feudal societies. But this formal, political equality both obscures and is necessary for the profound economic inequality that exists between those who own the means of production and those who do not. Empire thus seeks the roots of state behaviour in the historically contingent form of capitalism, but avoids the crude socialist simplification that states are merely imperial extensions for their capitalist class.

Does this perspective offer anything of value to our present moment? At first glance, the drive to rearmament appears to argue in the neorealists’ favour, with Europe in particular anxious to increase its security and/or power in a more geopolitically unstable and multipolar world where it can no longer rely on the United States as an ally. In the UK, (armchair) generals have quickly emerged to bemoan how the nation’s spending on ‘welfare’ enfeebles its ability to pursue its national interest. Yet on closer inspection, the notion that recent conflicts were not driven by the domestic politics of the instigating states is not tenable. Russia’s invasion of Ukraine and American adventurism in Venezuela and Iran are evidently motivated by domestic considerations. The war in Iran in particular makes more sense when read as an effort to forcibly integrate Iran into the capitalist world system than as an inevitable result of some American ‘balance of power’ calculation. Israel, meanwhile, is waging a genocidal war on a people it explicitly refuses to recognise as a state. Perhaps the only ‘realist’ conflict is the one currently perpetrated in Sudan which, while technically a civil war, is being sustained by other nations using it as a proxy to increase their power, influence, or access to resources.

On the face of it therefore, reality seems rather at odds with the claims of the neorealists. Whether it supports Empire’s alternative proposition is hard to tell, as Rosenberg only gives the contours of a possible Marxist IR theory. The second edition ends with a rather self-deprecating afterword where Rosenberg admits that his intention to develop his theory further was diverted by his discovery of the theory of ‘uneven and combined development’ as proposed by Trotsky, which locates some of sources of geopolitical dynamism in the variety of states constituting the international system. Its logic suggests an intriguing possibility for an ‘end of history’ as the result of the complete subsumption of all states in the capitalist world order, ultimately equalising their development and depriving history of a motive force for want of diversity. An IR equivalent of the heat death of the universe. Though whether Rosenberg would have reached that conclusion cannot be inferred from where Empire finishes.

For a contribution to a specific debate within a specialised academic discipline, The Empire of Civil Society is surprisingly readable, in particular its historical chapters. While it remains a niche endeavour, its spirited argument for an IR theory rooted in human agency rather than impersonal and abstract systems is a necessary reminder that we must choose to make our own history, and that statesmen asking us to dissolve our political and class differences for the sake of some putative ‘national interest’ are seldom to be trusted.

Notes & Suggestions

• Rosenberg’s proposition that modern states are built precisely on the separation of political and economic realms struck a chord with me, as it explains my slight scepticism regarding the corpocracy depicted in the otherwise excellent The Ten Percent Thief. Would an entity that fully encompasses the state and the market within itself still act like a corporation? The resultant contradictions are of course part of The Ten Percent Thief’s narrative, and as it is an excellent book, I recommend people read it and draw their own conclusion.
• The enduring debate between the different IR schools put me in mind of Thomas Kuhn’s hypothesis that scientific paradigm shifts don’t happen because people are convinced, but because adherents of obsolete theories are replaced over time by advocates of new, presumably better theories. In the realm of IR and history where we don’t have a control Earth to play with and one can convincingly enough make an argument for any position, one wonders where progress may come from. Plus, I’m unsure if Kuhn allowed for political forces with a vested interest keeping particular sides of a scholarly debate alive.
• I stole the notion that it is Iran’s refusal to be integrated into the US-dominated economic system from the recent Macrodose Extra episode Order as Fiction, which also covers the creation of the The Hague Group, a coalition of Global South nations intending to uphold international law where the West is patently failing. While I prefer not to include paywalled references, in this case honesty demanded that I include my sources.
• There numerous organisations, with a range of political affiliations, that seek to promote peace, which can always do with support in one way or another. In the UK, options include the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament, Stop the War Coalition, and the Peace & Justice Project.
• Empire relies on the traditional Marxist distinction between feudalist and post-feudalist modes of production, but apparently ‘feudalism’ is no longer a preferred category among historians, and ‘manorialism’ is considered more precise. This distinction between feudalism and manorialism, and its application to the emerging concept of ‘techno-feudalism’ is covered on this episode of Culture, Power, Politics.

I Love Boosters, Boots Riley, 2026

A psychedelic sci-fi treatise on class, labor and fashion served up by Riley with a superb cast having fun with serious politics. The film bursts with color, features Ray Harryhausen style special effects and has egalitarian excellence in filmmaking.

I Love Boosters holds a funhouse mirror to One Battle After Another, exemplified by the two films' lead characters, Corvette and Perfidia Beverly Hills. Their similarities and differences are stark. Riley's politics and black woman revolutionaries, even in this absurdist kaleidoscope, are more three-dimensional and authentic than P.T. Anderson's.

Demi Moore has never been better.

See it in the theater.

Bonus takes: – Academy, remember Keke Palmer at Oscar time – The MC5's Kick Out the Jams is my needle drop of the year (so far)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1xZegSgN8w&t=28s

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There was once a forest where every creature was born beneath the same silver moon.

The deer drank by its light. The owls opened their yellow eyes to it. The mice traveled safely through the grass because of it. Even the roots of the oldest trees seemed to remember the moon, though they had never seen the sky.

In those days, no animal asked where the moon lived. It was simply there, touching fur, feather, water, bark, stone, and breath. The lake held it. The eye held it. The night held it. Nothing was outside its shining.

But one winter, when the snow lay hard over the earth, a fox climbed the tallest black pine and looked up for a long time. When he came down, he said, “I have found the place where the moon lives.”

The animals gathered around him.

“Where?” asked the rabbits.

“Above us,” said the fox. “Far above us. So far that no paw, wing, claw, or antler may reach it. But I have seen its path, and I know the proper way to bow.”

The animals were impressed, for the fox spoke with great seriousness, and seriousness has often been mistaken for truth.

So he marked a circle in the snow and told them, “Stand here, and I will teach you how to face the moon.”

At first, this seemed harmless. The animals loved the moon and were glad to honor it. The fox taught them songs, and some of the songs were beautiful. He taught them silence, and some of the silence was deep. He taught them to lift their eyes, and sometimes, in that lifting, their hearts softened.

But over time, the circle became a fence.

The fox said, “Do not drink from the lake without remembering that the moon is not in the lake. That is only a reflection.”

He said, “Do not trust the light on your own fur. That is only borrowed.”

He said, “Do not listen to the old trees. They are rooted too low to know what shines above.”

And because the animals had become afraid of losing the moon, they believed him.

The deer no longer drank freely. They knelt first and asked whether the water was clean enough to hold the reflection.

The owls no longer trusted their seeing. They asked the fox which shadows were permitted.

The mice, who had once run joyfully through the grass, began to tremble in every patch of silver, wondering whether they had stepped wrongly through the light.

The fox grew old, and then other foxes took his place. They built a den beside the circle and hung bright stones at its entrance. They said the stones were not the moon, of course, but that one must pass beneath them in order to love the moon correctly.

Generations passed.

The young animals were now born inside the fence. They were told that beyond it lay confusion, error, darkness, and teeth.

One night, a small badger woke before the others. She had dreamed of running, though she had never been outside the circle. The moon was full, and the snow was shining so brightly that the whole forest seemed made of milk and breath.

She went to the edge of the fence.

There she found an old tortoise, half-buried in leaves, looking at nothing in particular.

“Are you lost?” asked the badger.

“No,” said the tortoise.

“Then why are you outside the circle?”

The tortoise blinked slowly. “I was here before the circle.”

The badger glanced nervously toward the foxes’ den. “But the moon is inside the teaching.”

“The moon is on your whiskers,” said the tortoise.

The badger frowned. “That is only a reflection.”

The tortoise said nothing.

“The moon is above us,” the badger insisted.

The tortoise said, “Look down.”

The badger looked down. The moon lay in every bead of frost.

“Look there.”

The moon trembled in the lake.

“There.”

It silvered the ribs of a fallen leaf.

“There.”

It rested in the black eye of a crow sleeping under cedar.

The badger became irritated. “Those are not the moon. Those are things the moon touches.”

The tortoise withdrew his head a little, as if listening from somewhere deeper than ears.

“At first,” he said, “they told you the moon was far away so you would look up. That was not such a terrible thing. Many creatures forget to look up. But then they told you it was only far away. Then they told you who could speak for it. Then they told you that your own seeing was dangerous. Then they sold you a path to what had never left.”

The badger felt something tighten in her chest.

“If the moon is everywhere,” she whispered, “why did they build the fence?”

“Because a creature who knows the moon only above him may be led by the neck,” said the tortoise. “But a creature who finds it in his own breath is difficult to own.”

The badger looked back at the sleeping animals inside the circle. She saw their chains then, though they were made of no metal. They were made of reverence bent into fear. They were made of songs that had forgotten their singing. They were made of the belief that light must be reached, earned, guarded, explained, and granted.

At the mouth of the den, one fox opened his eyes.

He smiled gently, as foxes do when they are most dangerous.

“Little badger,” he called, “come back. You are wandering from the moon.”

The badger looked up.

The moon was there.

She looked down.

The moon was there.

She looked at the fox.

Even there, horribly and beautifully, the moon was shining.

And this was the strangest thing of all: the fox had never stolen the moon. He had only taught the animals to doubt the light by which they saw him.

The badger stepped through the fence.

Nothing happened.

No thunder broke the sky. No shadow swallowed her. No moon withdrew from the world.

The snow shone.

The trees breathed.

The lake held its silver face.

Behind her, from within the circle, a young rabbit whispered, “What do you see?”

The badger did not know how to answer without building another fence.

So she only said, “Come and drink.”

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At the end of 2019 I could barely run even a minute to catch a bus. Then at the beginning of October 2021, less than 2 years later, I completed my first marathon. I say that I completed, and not ran my first full (42.2k) marathon. I was doing more walking than running after about 25km, but I did achieve my main goal, and I crossed the finish line.

This post is sort of a condensed version of things that got me from never having run before to completing a marathon.

It all started in late summer of 2019 when I developed a rather significant pain in my hip that turned out to be an inflamed tendon. The pain was radiating down my entire right leg, and was most severe when I was sitting or laying down. Oddly enough, and I suppose luckily, being at work on my feet all day was what provided me relief.

That pain lead me to some rather torturous sessions of physiotherapy. The way the physiotherapist described it to me was that the tendon was inflamed and swollen, and when I was not on my feet and being mobile the tendon was slack, and the inflammation was resting against my hip bone. It was like a bad toothache level of pain. It was so bad that I could not sleep without taking pain medication.

She gave me some exercises and stretches to do. I kind of resented doing those exercises at first, but begrudgingly did them anyway a couple times a day. It evolved into a daily routine that reminded me of an earlier time in my life. Back when I was in my 20's, when I used to have a pretty solid fitness routine.

The pain finally started to ease off. It was a few weeks before it was tolerable enough for me to sleep without medication. It was still there, and I was still going for physio, but I could at least sleep and sit down without being in agony. Not long after, the pain faded away completely.

At around that same time I had worked a half shift of overtime on a Saturday. I was walking to the bus stop on my way home. I saw the bus I needed sitting, waiting to make a left turn before it would arrive at the bus stop. I thought, 'if I run, I can get to the bus stop before the bus.' So I ran. Altogether I think it was about 30 to 40 seconds. I made it to the bus stop just as the bus pulled up.

I got on the bus and sat down. I was sitting there completely out of breath, gasping for air. My heart was pounding so hard. Like it might explode out of my ribcage. I sat there waiting for it to ease off. But it was not easing off at all. I felt panic, which most likely didn't help much. I remember thinking, oh my god, I am going to have some sort of cardiac episode on a transit bus. Then it did ease off, and slowly went back to normal. It was elevated long enough to frighten me.

That pain in my hip, and then that incident on the bus were two major things that motivated me to start taking better care of myself. I kept on doing the physio stretching routine long after I felt like I no longer needed to, and then at the very end of 2019 I started going to the free gym at the building where I live.

2020, a new year, began. I was even in the gym on New Year's Day. Quite motivated to get healthier.

Then in March,

COVID

I thought, well, I wanted to get fit, and now with a deadly virus spreading around the world; getting fit is likely even more important. I wasn't about to give up on it even though everything was mostly pushed to the backburner, and I suddenly had no access to the gym.

The paramount focus of all my activities then was improving my cardio fitness. My original plan for that was to use cardio equipment at the gym. With that taken away from me I decided to give running a try. So, when most people were in a panic, and freaking out about there being no toilet paper to buy, and panic shopping groceries until the shelves were empty, I went out and bought my first pair of running shoes.

Then on the 16th of March 2020, I ran for the very first time in my entire life. It was quite difficult, and felt rather awkward. I felt heavy and clumsy and became out of breath very quickly. I managed 3.84km, and it was more walking than running.

I kept at it though. Kept adding distance. Felt my cardio health improving. Week after week I could run farther than the last without walking. It felt good. I found that I really liked running in many ways, and I was gradually becoming healthier than I had ever been in my entire life. Since that day in March 2020 I have ran more days than not.

Near the end of 2020 I had a thought:

'I'm turning 50 in July of 2021. Wouldn't it be crazy if I ran a marathon in the same year that I turn 50?'

Once I started thinking it, I couldn't stop thinking it. Then sometime between Christmas and the New Year I started searching online for marathons that I could possibly sign up for. I found one, and it was open for registration. The event was October 2021. I registered for it as a Christmas 2020 present to myself. Not only was I registered for an official marathon, it was also going to be my very first live running event ever. And it was the year I turned 50. Insane? Yes. Absolutely totally insane. I showed up though, and I completed the entire 42.2km, and crossed the finish line.

Bayu menyapu debu di bibir padang merekah, di sini resah kuhampar, kuhulur diri yang rendah, langit Arafah merunduk, menanti hamba menadah, aku tertegak, tatkala matahari menikam ubun-ubun, dosa tertimbun tersingkap, menindih bahu kian turun, setiap sesal kususun, seperti batu di tepian telaga ampun, Yā Ghafūr, rahmat-Mu mendahului murka, lalu luruh segala lara, perlahan melayah lega, rongga melonggar, seluruh raga menyerah, yang tinggal hanya atma, seringan seruan pertama, kirana berbias halus, menyuluh wajah hina, di relung khilaf lama merana, bara kecil terbenam di dada, noda gugur, fitrah pulih sejernih mula, pulang sebagai insan, lebih lapang daripada tiba.

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Taking a picture has been accessible for almost 20 years now but not everyone is a good photographer.

Writing a book has been very easy for almost a 50 years now if not a century but not everyone is a great writer.

A similar function, is of the AI, at the present moment. People who know how to do things can increase their productivity many folds yet people who are completely unaware of another filed can do passable stuff.

If I have to edit a photo that is under exposed, I can ask AI to increase the exposure. In order to do so, I have to know what exposure is. The other way to do this can be I simply ask AI to “make the photo better” but AI in its sense does know what better is.

However when such a tool is given to a professional photographer who understands exposure, shadow, highlights, he/she can make the edit much faster that what it used to take him.

Although in the process, we are going to see a churn. A churn which will render most of the population jobless in the transitory period. Similar thing happened at the start of industrial revolution where textile industries of India which were world leaders in producing clothes were left behind and the machines produced clothes at a much efficient rate. (Not excusing the coloism as that played an important role in the de-industrilisarion).

Coming back to the topic, I see many propagating the idea that AI can write all the code and our efficiency can increase 100 folds. The textile revolution has resulted into fast fashion where people buy and wear clothes for only one time. The abundance is such due to their being demand of it in the fashion industry. I do not see such demand in coding space. Regular maintenance and security updation probably can be done using AI but I have to see that to believe it. No company in the world wants to risk unavailability.

We are going to see what happens with AI as it unfolds. There are more questions that remains to be answered. Biggest one being, is there going to be any way where the money invested already in the AI be recovered to make it profitable. When will be the time where cost of AI surpasses the cost of a developer or photographer.

Presently we are enjoying subsidized prices but when the music stops, what would happen?

I’m a spiritual companion for those drawn to a monastic heart in ordinary life; those walking through grief, doubt, or the dark night; and those who have known institutional walls from the inside and seek a companion who honors their whole being.

Together, we slow down, sink inward, and listen deeply to what arises in the heart.

My spiritual journey spans thirty years of contemplative practice rooted in Zen and Christian traditions, guided by a small circle of seasoned contemplatives. Ongoing spiritual companion training through a Benedictine monastery, fatherhood, a life across countries, and work in the arts, film, education, and the law ground me in the unfolding mystery of healing and opening to love.

I often accompany those feeling spiritually unrooted or seeking what’s beyond traditional form, deepening their contemplative heart, struggling with questions of worth and belonging, and those on the long unfolding into love.

What is Spiritual Companionship?

Spiritual companionship is a contemplative practice where we listen together for the movement of grace, healing, truth, and the mystery of life within lived experience.

Those who seek companionship here are often:

• contemplative practitioners
• seekers growing beyond tradition
• people moving through rupture, doubt, or transition
• parents, artists, and men navigating questions of identity and belonging
• people looking to ground their relationship with the gentle, infinite Silence

Sessions are primarily one-on-one and in-person in Seattle where possible, or online by arrangement. I companion a few people at a time.

V is staying with me today. This is the first time someone’s staying with me and we had a big planned day. I’m so tired.

I squatted 345 pounds today! I’ve been honestly just riding that high the entire day. I’m just so proud of myself man. Not even for the PR, but for the person I try to be. I just am really grateful to past me for a lot of the effort that I’ve put in in order to be the person I am today.