(I'm)material

The scientist within me is grounded in the primacy of matter as the sole and ultimate substance of the universe. Although I wonder at the majesty of Nature, I remain feeling that my presence in the Grand Scheme is irrevocably, unforgivably minuscule and insignificant. In dissecting the phenomena of the natural world, all things are reduced to detached and unfeeling mechanisms. In the very process of describing things comes a granularity and loss of meaning; a narrative that is at once beautiful and yet terribly inconsequential.

The psychonaut, the writer, the poet within me explores the infinite dimensions of subterranean awareness. Despite the necessity of words for this process, words are not used to describe what or how eventualities occur; rather, they are the means by which eventualities are experienced. Although what is experienced in consciousness is ultimately subordinate to matter, the transmutation from the physical to the metaphysical is a Rubicon: what emerges on the other side are the noumena, the experience of things as they are – not just descriptions of a banal and anesthetised material world.