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A meditation on nothingness

Welcome to a garden of contemplations and reflections on learning to exist—and co-exist!—as nothingness-in-temporary-form. As a human and in our times.

The herbs: Pithisms

Not-quite-aphorisms. Five-second insights, often (intuitively) received that way, thus delivered that way, 'gram-like. Frequently lacking context and not elaborated.

The shrubs: Articlishes

As in article-ish. Paintings of text. More right brain than left. Descriptions, contemplations, conclusions, reflections, questions… writing to think out loud.

The vines: Intimacies

Where concepts meet life. Experiments, confusions, mistakes, transformations and learnings. Stuff that is closer to my heart and soul, tender and unsure.

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The approach

A work in progress, documenting my ever-evolving eclectic/syncretic practice of life and meta-life, as a student and disciple of both.

I write to myself, like public study notes; what I need to hear, what I need to remember, what I need to learn and practice.

I expect to contradict myself and swim in inconsistencies over time as my understanding changes; and drop lame puns that only I laugh at. 🤣

The writer

I have been many (little) things in my life, but I find myself coming full circle to the practice of nothingness. For now, I happily refer to myself as amateur writer and life artist.

Some random data points:

  • Born in Singapore, Orang Laut land. Living in Australia, on Wadawurrung land, with my beloved partner Max. ❤️
  • No religion, not atheist, no particular adherences; eclectic.
  • Always sharing as a peer and fellow student of life.
  • Lovechild of magic and logic; equal parts intuition and pragmatism.
  • Pronouns flexible, she/her most commonly; genderfluid.
  • Weather-like ambivert; at any time extravert, introvert, or both!
  • Body and mind different in ways big and small, specifics no longer matter.
  • Invisibly disabled; mostly up, sometimes down, learning to go with the flow!
  • I use terms, ideas and tools loosely. Picture a macaque carrying a snowball. Don't take my words too seriously. 🤪
  • Every post is but a microtome slice of my life, excised and presented in isolation and out of context with all the other dimensions of the same moment or experience left unspoken. Be open. Be kind.

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"Social"

While writing, I noticed I had many little things that wanted to be thought aloud. Thoughts not formed enough to publish. Moments of ponder and wonder while reading. Questions that wanted working like dough. Also other things I simply found interesting: Books I'm reading. Videos that inspired. Articles that opened my mind. Photographs of bugs! 🐛

Basically, stuff that had nowhere to go, that yet formed the essential background generative stew that gives birth to the "final product" of life and meta-life, before being distilled into this website. Stuff I cherish and value.

I decided to give such stuff a home at https://social.silverhuang.com/@silver.

Less "social" media, more halfway house for not-yet-clarity. 🤣

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Contact

You can contact me at connect [at] silverhuang [dot] com.

Thanks for dropping by! ☺️