Kurt Bell

A life of courage, joy and independence.



I think the concept of “spiritual poverty” may become a cornerstone of my philosophy. There’s such appeal in the virtue of absence. An emptiness of soul. A wasteland of subjective purpose.


Pushing this ball of humanity forward
I glimpse starlight
Through the tangled limbs
And mindless ambition


The best things I’ve ever owned
Are the things I’ve given away
Their quality and worth improved
Through the act of rejection

Below is another version of the same idea…

An empty pocket
A full stomach
And a quiet mind
Are fortune enough


A spiritual poverty
And strict economy of the flesh
Lifts the veil
On a vast horizon


Wouldn’t it be an a wonderful thing, if adolescent people were sat down at one point, and told they did not have to participate in The Machine.


I don’t hate The Machine
I simply wish to limit my support
Through diminished consumption


I’m becoming suspicious that the “mass of men” can never know any lasting relief from life’s “tedium and ennui”. The life they clamor and complain over is often quite their own doing, either through “resignation” or lack of effort or imagination towards another way. I’m currently stuck there too, though I may at last muster the simultaneous will and resolve to find a new and better way.

Oh, and my thanks to Mr. Thoreau for use of his wonderful words in quote. 🙂

Neil: “I don’t fully understand, but i think i was there when i worked in GAME. I then left and went to university. good luck with your escape plan!”

Though not universal the problem is nearly so and evident with anyone who regularly expresses dissatisfaction with their current life circumstance. Anyone (even those with families) can find relief through simplification (no consumer debt, humble home and lifestyle, etc) which benefit is freedom from the obligation of hard work. This formula is clear and within reach, in time, to nearly anyone who wants it. The larger problem though is that few really want that freedom if it comes at the cost of diminishing their outward, and most superfluous, appearance of success. Most would rather remain poor in spirit and happiness in order appear rich in life accoutrements.

Neil: ” that’s society for you isn’t it? peer pressure and all that. I would live a simple life but if I do that I can’t eventually make games and inspire others.”

This prescription is only for those who do not enjoy and wish to continue their current circumstances. If you love making games and look forward to waking each day to that life and adventure then you have achieved a very worthy success. Good luck with your dream.


That warm rock in the sunshine. A good place to sit. A worthy spot to indulge humility. Bask in simplicity. And enjoy the practice of principled self discipline.


I want for nothing because I want nothing.


How like a hermit crab I have become… So insular and self-contained. My needs of course extend to society. Indeed, I’d die without my fellows. And I like to hope my fellows might need me in some small way. Though beyond the sustenance of my person, I find now ample nourishment for the mind and spirit in such dull pursuits as the marking of time, and the vain cataloging of the many treasures I am so fortunate not to possess. *


Tempered consumption forms a firm bedrock to philosophy. Observe appetite with caution, as you would any passion; sample it to determine if it is mean, base or sound. If wholesome, partake less than you’d like; leave always the appetite wanting; become strong through willful resistance. If our temptation is unsavory, empty, or lacking in virtue, then leave it aside altogether; starve instead on a feast of fortitude. *


As I have no one to pray to, I’ll instead suggest an admonition to myself. Let my footsteps be slow today, to delay the world in its orbit, and force time to better measure and dispense its precious ration. Let my mealtime portions be small, let me endure the healthy want of food in proportion to my usual excess. Let me then grow lean and strong as a consequence, better able to survive, endure, and appreciate the true suffering of those without. And let my thoughts be  very few and small, just a few words this hour and the next; ideas sufficient to my true need, or better still, my honest lack thereof. *


* Included in “My Muse is a Corpse”

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