this isn't some psychosomatic, high and mighty proclamation of self-worth or self-satisfaction. no, this is me realizing i think about thinking a little too much, and i know without knowing a little too frequently. and for some outlandish reason, i believe the panacea for this thinking about thinking, and knowing without knowing, and the erudition that grates & scalds & reworks the things i thought i knew and knew i didn't know, is to educate myself, theorizing philosophy & rationalizing reason: sartre, camus, celine, dostoevsky, and kafka.

my god! your god, [is] no god [at all].