About The Observing I

You ever feel like the world is moving just a little too fast? Like you’re living inside some endless doom-scroll where every headline and hot take is just another brick in the mental asylum? You were born, you were told who you are, and now you’re supposed to just accept it. Accept that you’re a product. That your thoughts, your beliefs, your identity - none of it is really yours.

This is where we tear that script to shreds. A pirate radio for the mind.

This isn't some self-help echo chamber feeding you repackaged clichés about productivity and success. It's not a guru-fest promising you enlightenment if you subscribe to my meditation course. Here, we stare directly into the abyss and take notes. Philosophy, psychology, the cosmic absurdity of existence - nothing is off limits.

We don't just observe, we interrogate (but "The Interrogating I" didn't have the same ring to it). We take the assumptions you've been force fed since childhood and put them through the philosophical wood chipper.

Every Sunday, we drop a new episode. Sometimes it’s ancient wisdom with a modern twist - Lao Tzu on the art of not trying, or Immanuel Kant on why you’ll never be free. Other times, it’s deep dives into the dark corners of human nature - navigating life with a narcissist, the hidden dangers of self-help culture, why modern Stoicism lost its way.

We talk AGI and what happens when machines start asking existential questions. We unravel the mind of Philip K. Dick and his paranoid, beautiful descent into metaphysical madness. We chase demons, both literal and metaphorical. We break down the denial of death and what it means to really live.

The mission? Rip through the illusion. Find what’s real, if anything is. Question everything, especially yourself.

This is The Observing I.

- David

We don't do advertising or sponsors - if you've listened to the podcast, you'll probably have got a feel that I'm not into that sort of thing. Everything will always be free, because thinking shouldn't be put behind a paywall.