Thoughts

Where Did We Come From? Part Two

What Is It Like to Be a Bat? is a paper that was written by American philosopher Thomas Nagel, first published in 1974. It was the public's introduction to the idea of, not only, 'I think; therefore I am,' but, 'there must be ways in which it is like to be something, other than our… Continue reading Where Did We Come From? Part Two

Secret Podcast

Context

Welcome to episode 59 of Joe Van’s Secret Podcast! Today I have on my fifth guest post COVID-19. We waste no time jumping into Ang Lee's discography, conspiracies- both ludicrous and true, how separation leads to hate, the new viral 'woke and racist' skit on Twitter, Oakville's checkered past AND present, why Canada should not… Continue reading Context

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Love

Love is compassion and attraction. It's kindness and well wishes. It's hidden magic, being in it, and something worth fighting for. If life is a game, love is the prize! It's the one thing everyone wants. But does true love really exist? Sorry to keep playing the word game with you guys, but let's look… Continue reading Love

Secret Podcast

Simulated Frights

Welcome to episode 57 of Joe Van's Secret Podcast! Today I have another 2nd time returning guest come back from the top of the year to discuss their experience during Canada's quarantine time. We talk about Black Lives Matters protests, films to watch, Jay-walking, what the odds are that we live in a simulated reality,… Continue reading Simulated Frights

Poetry

Periphery

The walls of my vision split like an atom, bursting a billion stars like plastered plastic barbies reduced to pellets. Gaseous particles bomb the dark for their friends to see, in the cold of an endless night for a tiny fleeting light. My hearing shatters at the point of heart break, falling deaf on the… Continue reading Periphery

Plugs

A Slice of Blood Redemption

Nathan found himself at the heel of some sort of festival or celebration happening in the trees leading to the mountain. There were hundreds of people all walking in a line. Some people were dressed in robes, others just regular clothing. Some people were holding candles, and some were tweeting. Time passed in the woods.… Continue reading A Slice of Blood Redemption

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Importance

This will be a hot button topic unlike any of the other topics I've written about so far, I feel. What people find important or not important vary radically depending on the individual. Some people find many-a-thing important and therefore sensitive or sacred, while others care so little they couldn't be bothered to know it… Continue reading Importance

Poetry

Up

I race this high, and I don't know why. It feels good, anonymity of a hood. My loved ones shan't know, like discovery of a cove. Darkness shrouds it, as the feeling clouds it. Peace will not hide, what the high surly finds. It must have an end, to this high I defend. One day… Continue reading Up

Plugs

A Slice of Deviance

Here is an excerpt from my first novel: Deviance. You can find a link to its Amazon page 'Here'. * V took a seat. She looked a little bewildered. “You feeling anything?” asked Nathan. “I don’t know… maybe? I think I feel something.” He took a seat next to her. “It’ll probably take a while… Continue reading A Slice of Deviance

Thoughts

Perspective

     Perspective is in my opinion one of the most incredible assets any person can have. It gives the ability to fully actualize yourself in whatever way you see fit. And the thing about this claim, is that having perspective gives you your way of seeing. So you can’t even be in a situation… Continue reading Perspective

Thoughts

Being Alone

I have to start this by making sure everyone knows as a basic fact that we are all alone, at every moment, inside our heads. Now, with that being said I will begin with a question. When you imagine being alone, are you sad? Or are you relieved? As an evolutionary fact we humans are… Continue reading Being Alone

Thoughts

Hidden Magic

There's a hidden magic in people. It comes out like fire as a child. Like a smile on an old face, or the fury in a friend seeing you get beat up as they come to help. There need not be any enemies. A kid can make friends with a rock but two old friends… Continue reading Hidden Magic

Thoughts

If We Could Live Forever

We all know there are certainties about the human race. We were built to survive. To know the enemy, and strike them down. We yearn to live not only in the short term, but honestly to the majority of people, forever. Religions give so many people the hope. But in that context however, many troubles… Continue reading If We Could Live Forever

Poetry

Soothing Edges

When did the sun leave me? The dark is so sudden. It shocks by contrast of a stark blue glow. The glow clicks and rattles quietly so as not to disturb those sleeping. Global communities soothe away the edges. It feels nice to hurt a little, be it a sting behind the eyes or a… Continue reading Soothing Edges

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Duality

There are always two sides to things. There is this and that. There is me and them. There is will and won't, is and isn't. Here and there. Right and wrong. Will they, won't they. How and haven't. Why and why not. Two extremes; light and dark. Dimorphism. Males and females split things rather cohesively,… Continue reading Duality

Poetry

Budding Romance

I spend nights alone. I spend days with friends, only sometimes. Days pass. Nights crawl. My hobbies lie, and parents spy. Who’s that? A face. A name. A friend. She’s cute, but no way, taken. Her name is Hope, Forsaken. I see trouble, no, prosperity from lonely. We develop, like film. Feel the screen. Hear… Continue reading Budding Romance

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Intentions

There was once a naive wish that was lost. The wish, was that we lived in a world where it was easier for everyone to express themselves without fear of holding back, instead of the world we live in now where we tow the line. The social psychology of humanity today is the same as… Continue reading Intentions

Poetry

Grandeur

A small child watches the sun set. They feel amazing, alive; filled with a visceral sense of awe. In that moment, everything is beautiful. The outline of the sun becomes visible in its dying descent. It is a waving sphere of burning glory, stretching across the universe and back. The child looks on for as… Continue reading Grandeur