Viziunea Interioară – The Inner Vision



Last updated: June 2021

Despite the fact that writing is second nature to me, I often find it redundant, useless, a burden: there’s not much to say or add, the most important and precious things in the world anyway can’t be put into words, and I’d rather focus on something else. Terminology becomes heavy, words get to sound inadequate, clumsy and fake. I feel a growing need for clarity and freedom from any kind of language (1). But in the meantime I keep coming back to the approximate instrument that writing is. This website might as well have not existed. But in the meantime it does.

Everything I write is based on my experience and understanding. They might very well not coincide with other people’s experience and understanding. Everything is interconnected, but the facets of this wholeness differ even if, directly or indirectly, from one perspective or another, and from different kinds of planes of perception and consciousness, they refer to same thing. I’m not actually totally sure about this, but I tend to think this is how it is.


With some of the things I wrote in the past and which are still published I don’t resonate completely anymore, or I find them irrelevant now. If often happens to me that I write something and then, very soon afterwards, maybe even immediately, I feel that what I’ve written already became irrelevant and I’ve transcended that phase. If I keep some of these texts on the website, it’s because I still find parts of them valid, but I will delete them altogether if I shall consider so at some point. I have already said that, in this regard, I should look at my own writings the way a snake would look at the skin it shed. An equation wherein writing would be the process of shedding one’s skin.

On contradiction

”Meaning lies in the confrontation of contradiction – the coincidentia oppositorum (4). That’s what we really feel, not these rational schemes that are constantly beating us over the head with the ‘thou shalts’ and ‘thou should’, but rather a recovery of the real ambiguity of being and an ability to see ourselves as at once powerful and weak, noble and ignoble, future-oriented, past-facing.” (Terence McKenna)

Path, dogma, discourse, doctrine

A label, a name, a concept, a discourse, a uniform, a ritual, a technique – all these are mere instruments.

With some paths, discourses and practices I resonate more than with others. I don’t define myself by any of them, nor do I identify completely with any of them.

I don’t take path and dogma to be one and the same thing.

If there’s a path that I’m devoted to, that is my own path.


See also: Scrisul, procesul gândirii, cinemaul. Writing process, thought process, cinema



(1) What is beyond any kind of language? Probably some kind of sublime inexistence. And then language is maybe one and the same with existence.