Macrocosm & Microcosm

Where the self yearns and reflects on that which is greater than the sum of its existence.



In motion as the wind over distant waters

Warmth as a fire ever burning at the center

The breath of life, cosmic, and the self


In motion outward, in union and oneness

In motion inward, equilibrium of the self

Passive and inert, a divine reasoning

Funneling into the consciousness of the self


Pale glimmering of the moon, a hope

Radiant against the stellar canvas, encompassing

Immersing us all, In its beauteous silvery glow

Until it fades, only to rise again reborn

But that in itself is a reflection of you

Of warmth and the light, borrowed

That which I wish to be, Giver of life

The bearer of an unquenchable fire

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I do not fear death, the last breath taken
I do not fear death, as i decay, forgotten
As the memories of the last soul to reminisce and recall
Fades into fate and oblivion

I fear life,
suffocating me with its radiance
Life like an ocean, with infinite possibilities
in its attempt to drown me into its magnificent depths


Our coping mechanisms help us survive in times of strife and sickness. This is all the more relevant now that the world is stricken by a pandemic. The new normal being that we are confined inside walls of a place that we have been calling home.

But what is home? Is it the confines of our current solitary existence? Or is it the gentle breeze of the ocean on our faces while we bask in the sun’s rays? Home in my humble opinion is wherever we yearn for.

But I digress. In times like these it’s important to look back on the ideas that’s been left to us to help us cope going forward. To maintain the bonds that we created in the months and years before and to achieve at the very least a momentary state of happiness and self-love.

Epicureanism (named after the philosopher Epicurus), though a hedonistic and materialist perception of the world, its advocacy for a simple life as well as the concept that the absence of pain and fear creates the greatest pleasure (known as Aponia) sets it apart. Ultimately an idea worth pondering over.

Don’t fear god,
Don’t worry about death;
What is good is easy to get, and
What is terrible is easy to endure.

Philodemus, Herculaneum Papyrus, 1005, 4.9–14