I’m A Follower of the Dog

People often ask why don’t you publish… in many ways I do in stories, poetry, blogging… but to tell the truth to add more verbiage to the already extant and impossible to read library of the world seems almost impertinent and meaningless. As a follower of the Dog, Diogenes – and, yes, I’m neither a pessimist nor have a tragic view on humanity, but rather am at heart a comic fatalist, a clown of thought who believes as Diogenes did that honesty above all things is the prime virtue, and Parrhesia or the commitment to speak one’s truth as the sign of the Cynic. As Luis Navia once described him:

More than in any other philosopher of the Western world, some have seen in Diogenes the epitome of a long list of praiseworthy personal and intellectual traits and endowments: an absolute commitment to honesty, a remarkable independence of judgment, an unwavering decision to live a simple and unencumbered life, a steadfast devotion to self-sufficiency, an unparalleled attachment to freedom of speech, a healthy contempt for human stupidity and obfuscation, an unusual degree of intellectual lucidity, and, above all, a tremendous courage to live in accord with his convictions. From this perspective, Diogenes emerges as a giant in the history of humanity in general and in the history of ideas in particular, and as a man worthy of the highest praise.

To me this is the life I’ve strived to emulate in acts, not theory.

  1. Luis E. Navia. Diogenes The Cynic: The War Against The World (Kindle Locations 146-151). Kindle Edition.


Like the Soul, the Self may one day disappear from sight, laughed into non-existence from sheer apathy and derision. That the Self like the Soul is not some objective, tangible thing one can point too, but is rather defined by language, by that strange “I” of which nothing can be proven or disproven; only more words upon words in an endless arc of deconstructive knots and rhizomes that can neither be unstrung like Gordian’s knots; nor wistfully restored to the honeyed web of holes that spin us into our imagined lives. We are nothings who have believed ourselves to be somethings, so that the old adage of “Why something rather than nothing?” can be answered: Nothing is nothing is nothing… or as Hemingway pondering the same said:

“Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Clean Well Lighted Place