Questions. (dedicated to N. S.)

Yes, it’s been a long time, the urge to write never payed me a clear, unequivocal visit until now, hence, no blog posts.

But today I have the time and the fluffy lightness so conducive to a brief sharing.

I’ve been carrying around a sheet of paper for a while now, a graphic, linguistic search of mine.

It starts off with the word


(Yes, I am still exploring that whole, vast realm of scrumptious, brazen idleness and the whys of its extremely poor reputation in most circles).

The verb “to indulge” has the following meanings: allow oneself to enjoy the pleasure of; satisfy or yield freely to; allow to enjoy a desired pleasure.

Originally, in the 17th century the sense of this word was “to treat with excessive kindness”, from the Latin indulgere (give free rein to).

The adjective, indulgent, signifies: having or indicating a tendency to be overly generous or lenient with someone.

Having read the above definitions, the following 3 words immediately caught my attention and stirred my inquisitive mind:




When did we start believing we must allow ourselves to enjoy pleasure? shouldn’t pleasure be as natural as being alive?

How can we treat someone with excessive kindness? Be overly generous? Do kindness and generosity have a quantitative limit? And by whom and when was that decreed?

These are the first questions that I cast on the soil of our conscience, little seeds we shall let germinate, if we wish to.

The second word I looked up was the opposite of indulgent


strict: demanding that rules concerning behavior are obeyed and observed. Origin Middle English, in the sense “restricted in space or extent”. From Latin strictus, p.p. of stringere (tighten, draw tight).

Ok. So a boundary, a limitation was set somewhere. Rules, also.

Question: Did someone start to fear anarchy, somewhere down the road?

Anarchy: absence of government and absolute freedom of the individual, regarded as a political ideal.

Did someone start to fear our own sovereignity? Sovereign, acting independently, a king, a queen, a prince, a princess, bondless, ultimate, full, free. Do any of these words carry a negative connotation? Only when they hurt others I would say. Only when they hurt others.

Are we afraid to be open to all possibility? It is interesting how some of the synonyms of the word possibility are risk, hazard, danger, fear, as well as chance, likelihood, probability, hope! The bi-polar cuties that we are.

Synonyms of anarchy are disorder, mayhem and chaos.

Have we maybe come to learn to fear


Khaos, the vast chasm.

Khaos, the void.

Khaos, the formless matter supposed to have existed before the creation of the Universe.







This, dear friends, is some juicy food for thought for me and for you, while I press on with my practice of

embracing the void.


The void, the void, from which everything germinates. 

The period of dormancy from which everything grows.