At the core of my soul, I feel more true to myself as a self-hosted, open-source pirate than as a commercialized participant in the centralized, capitalistic Borg, publishing lightning videos that become clickbait. At the same time, I find myself asking whether there is real value in receiving likes from people we will never meet, […]
Journal
The Form of Theological Purity Found Within Isolation from Aesthetics
The physical illusion and the biomechanics that fuel it lure us into believing that we cannot find or experience serenity without companionship. At the same time, a deeper understanding of our spirituality is found through the evolving psychological panic that results from disconnection from our physicality. As our dependence upon the slavish mirage of external […]
The Form of the Spiritual Drug
Is there any value in being liked by a world that has forgotten the son, when true joy is only found when we are truly loved by one. #emptiness #socialmedia I have a website where I draft what I will publish next, but I would rather share my thoughts with only you in a text. […]
Our bodies are nothing more than a checking account in which we must build our hopes and dreams before the funds run out.
El Duelo – The Form of Forgiveness
The greatest evidence of mercy and grace within the human condition is found when we recognize the reflection of our own humanity in those who became our adversaries while navigating the mire, and choose to carry the weight of their sin within our own lives so that they may be spared from the eternal fire. […]
The Camaraderie Between the Shore and the Retired US Navy IT: The Form of My Friend Captain James T(dot)gov
James T(dot)gov: “We have a problem. We upgraded to the latest version of Microsoft 365 and Copilot has taken over the Annex building.” Cipher Hunter: “If memory serves, Microsoft Copilot is a copy-and-pasted version of ChatGPT Microsoft introduced to replace Clippy the personal assistant.” James T(dot)gov: “I told the County Supervisors all you have… is […]
The Man of Haze Gray Steel
The Form of October Rust
When I was stationed in Seoul, South Korea, I was assigned to SUSLAK, an NSA/CSS (National Security Agency/Central Security Service) facility. During one mid-watch, my watch supervisor put on the album October Rust by Type O Negative. When “Love You to Death” played, I was blown away, and I literally replayed the track for 12 […]
If I Only Had A Brain
Every morning when I look into the mirror and see my mid-to-late-40s statesman qualities arriving on the shores of my life, I begin to feel like the Scarecrow when the Great Oz gives him a diploma…
The Form of the Watch Stander of the Sea Wall
I think the reason I committed myself so fiercely to my government transparency investigative work was because I lost everything and everyone that I ever loved in my life, and I wanted to let go of believing in the possibility of feeling joy within my own life so I could dedicate myself to protecting others […]


