Judah Mahay, Author
  • Essays,  Featured,  Philosophy


    We all begin within our selves and somehow along the way we become lost within the mess of living. Some of us never find our way back home, but wander amidst the tangle of experiences and knowledge, which they try to call self. I pity them, because I find myself peer. It is here that life is formed. In the twitching and flopping of existence that we experience life in it’s darkest and liveliest. Or so it seems. As we throw ourselves against the wall of failure over and over again wondering why we are not making progress, all we have to do is stop, wipe the blood of our…