I have always struggled with the question of "Where is Home?" People have offered various answers along the way, but I have finally developed my own answer, which I will be testing very soon. Here is what I think.
If you have wondered what a typical day for a Hedohumanic living at the Punctured Container would be like, here is a likely scenario that includes wild kinky sex.
How do we decide when to post a flag on social media in solidarity with a terrorist attack? Here is one way to think about it, and more importantly, suggestions for what small but more effective things can be done to give us a chance at a better future.
A few years after my enlightening encounter with Sheikh Nazim, I have a second encounter with Sufism - this time a little less mind-opening.
My first up-close encounter with Sufism and the lasting impression it made on freeing my mind from all doctrines.
An afternoon at the Roumieh prison: A couple of times I caught the eye of one of the performers, a pleasant looking guy in his 20s. He held my gaze for a few seconds each time, in which I felt we were two sides of a random coin flip. “It is me but it could have been you…it is you but it could have been me…after this is over I walking out of here…after this is over I am going back to my cell!”