Preface: Testament to Throwness

This assemblage of ideas is just that, assemblage. Their sole and true unifying condition is me.

Whether I could have been, without them, remains beyond my understanding. These ideas were borne out of a need beyond understanding, but rather surviving my throwness. They might appear to vacillate discursively across concerns, matters, and subjects. Perhaps, this vacillation attests to existence's immutable elusive tendency to escape codification.

My desire to do philosophy is an old one, preceding even adolescence. Back then philosophy had a very particular allure. Inasmuch as this allure was potent, my understanding was not. Following my immersion into philosophy, coinciding around the period of transition to London, my impression of philosophy underwent some growth from abject naïveté to notable naïveté. I thought I had specific philosophical goals, when it fact they were somewhat professional aspirations. Eventually, for a lengthy period, my aims found safe harbour in the expedition of some methodology to serve as a panacea.

Unsurprisingly, things have changed further. I must now admit that that childhood desire has become somewhat of an afflcition. An affliciton, dare I add, one that I can call mine. Now, all I want to do is suffer this affliction wholeheartedly.

If there is meaning to any of this, it is not to be discerned so easily or in this lifetime.

Indeed, if there is any meaning at all, it is not for me to discern.