The author of this blog, Buen Ravov, hides behind a pseudonym. Pseudonyms deprive, dilute the Self, they disarm madness. Behind Buen’s tempestuous temper there are hundreds, thousands, countless intersections and individual fragments that strive for self-actualisation, to assert themselves, to outdo the rest and… Sometimes they succeed. The One prevails, only to be overcomed in a second, in a minute, in an essay. The world alone is such a multiplicity, alone — such a madness that must be deprived of arms.
Morning descends humbly over the ruins of a world and a Self.