What does my life mean? Obviously this is a question I have dwelt upon. Everything is pointless. But some things are more pointless than others. (Is that distinction deep or shallow? Is plus 1 really so different or better than minus 1?)
I imagine a web suspended in space. Above …
Yes, I got quiet. No, I didn't give up (again). Far from it. Over the last year I have taken up a new sport: existential rockclimbing (aka supporting the bereaved).
So, I have always been drawn to the mystery of death. As a child I would read books on murder …
Hmmm. So the busyness continues, and thus I've been neglectful of the blog. Oh well. At the very least the podcast has been providing some good content. We've published seven episodes since I last updated: Episode 55 featured writer and academic Andy Martin chatting to us about existentialism (amongst other …
Anyone that knows me personally, soon learns that I find true crime fascinating. I always have. I spent many an hour as a child reading the horrific tales of serial killers, with tears of complete and utter terror streaming down my face. Part morbid-curiosity, part intrigue. Sherlock Holmes was a …
I came across an interesting argument in a book edited by soon-to-be-podcast-guest Jeffrey A. Schaler. The book (Peter Singer Under Fire) is on the philosophy of Peter Singer, with whom I am in a great deal of agreement it seems. However, stimulating this post is the question of vegetarianism, and …
[Is this a story, a poem, an echo from the future, a euology, a suicide note, a manifesto, a hate mail?]
Cancer doesn’t care about evolving. Cancer doesn’t care about your genetic predispositions. Cancer is going to grow and consume your body, unless you fight it. You both …
So one of the questions that I frequently raise on The Existential Files, is whether life is worth living. I think it is important that this question is not about whether one should kill oneself or not (though I agree with Camus, that that is an important consideration unto itself …
When my youngest brother Eddie died in 2015, I quadrupled my shoe collection overnight. Despite our inside legs being inches different (I got the brains and he got the height and the beauty), our shoe sizes were fortuitously similar. We shared a taste for converse trainers, and so there seemed …
Let's begin this post with two quotes. The first is one of my favourites, from Darwin's The Descent of Man:
It is a more significant fact that a female zebra would not admit the addresses of a male ass until he was painted so as to resemble a zebra, and …
So talking about computer games, I have just finished playing the game Soma and thought I would discuss some of the issues it raises. [Warning: spoilers ahead!] In the game you begin as Simon, a man afflicted with some kind of brain tumour. He agrees to take part in some …