Theoryis a primary,primordial decision,which determines what counts and what does not –what is or should be,and what does not matter. As a highly selective narration,it cuts a clearing of differentiationthrough untrodden terrain. — The Agony of Eros by Byung-Chul Han Ahh, theory is the crux of the matter is it not !? The prime…
You’ve got to be kidding. Not more on religion… But I have to — because I am not finished. There is much at stake. To risk overstating the matter, — “the survival of humanity!” At least that is how it seems from my vantage point. I know that I am the least likely in…
Religion, Part II. I should say more should I not? There’s always evidence around of our sense of a “greater” reality. Walking through a graveyard is the easiest way to get an idea of what is thought, or better, the nature of what some of us believe about the greater or deeper or hidden…
I suppose this is a good place to start. The Latin word means “to tie, to bind” and is related to the word religio which means “respect,” “awe,” or “sanctity” suggesting that the soul is bound to god. Well – ok. The notion that one is inherently, inevitably, innately “religious” works as long as…
As a kid I delighted to discover an abandoned house in the woods. In my imagination I pondered about the lives of those who had lived there. Sometimes signs left behind, were clues to what they cared about. Moreover the condition of what remained served as a rough indication of how long the place…
There are songs, — one song alone for which I’d pay the full price of a concert ticket, to hear performed live. Never mind the rest of the set list, a single melody and lyric would make the ticket outlay, as well as the effort to reach the venue, the expense of time, —…
There is a last time for everything. The first day of Fall was yesterday, September 22nd. I picked up my camera, earlier in the week with the intention of capturing a final collection of Summer flower photos from Almond Marsh. Summer ends and Fall begins. That’s a logical deduction, a necessity of thought is…
“Alice laughed. ‘There’s no use trying,’ she said. ‘One can’t believe impossible things.’ I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again!” —…
When modes of expression are worn out art tends toward non-sense, toward a private and incommunicable universe. An intelligible shudder, whether in painting, in music, or in poetry, strikes us, and rightly, as vulgar or out-of-date. The public will soon disappear; art will follow shortly. A civilization which began with the cathedrals has to…
Tomorrow officially Fall begins. It has been a hot dry summer, with a big deficit in moisture. When the maples shed leaves on account of heat stress I take note. I am ready for Fall. Should we not celebrate seasonal change by gathering a few friends together for quiet conversation, for sharing a found…
