Mechanisms of Escape: The Occult and Nazism

"The more the drive toward life is thwarted, the stronger is the drive toward destruction; the more life is realized, the less is the strength of destructiveness. Destructiveness is the outcome of unlived life.”[1] Society has created the conditions that frustrate the capacity for real individuality. The alienation that one feels unless they adhere to... Continue Reading →

The Ethics of Nature

I remember as a child being completely overcome by the beauty of the Dandenong Ranges, the rain hitting the large ferns that danced to the ambience of the meditative bird sounds echoing from the colossal trees above, the smell of the moisture from the earth below that pirouetted with the scent of plants and wood... Continue Reading →

The Desert of the Real

It was in Raymond Gaita's book Romulus, My Father that exposed to me an intriguing thought. Romulus, living in an isolated town in Central Victoria, wrote letters to a woman, Lydia, back in his home country of Romania and she responded with the same feelings of affection that he had. His interest in her became... Continue Reading →

The Cassini-Huygens Mission to Saturn and Titan

Following the painstaking experience watching Titan on Netflix last night (I highly recommend you don't watch it) which was about the possibility of life on Saturn' moon following an existential crises plaguing earth, out of sheer agitation I decided to look into this theme and find out more. The Cassini-Huygens mission was a seven year... Continue Reading →

The ‘Seeds’ of Super Massive Black Holes

Stellar black holes are scattered throughout the universe, formed under the right conditions when stars reach the end of their life cycle as it collapses into itself when it no longer contains the fuel to counteract the pressure of gravity and resist compression. In order to produce a black hole, the exploding star would need... Continue Reading →

The Monster That Changed My Life

I could barely lift my head. I managed, holding myself up against the washbasin and stared deep into my own, dismal eyes. I felt wretched. Weak. There was a part of me that hated this, a dark voice within that mocked this physical tragedy, the echo of her laughs at the sight of my swollen... Continue Reading →

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