Words are a lifeline: The connecting link between my inner awareness, the layered consciousness, and memories which we loosely call “self” to other selves, and to “the world. ” The connectors are a matter of words, grammar and syntax. Therefore a deft touch with words is key to becoming more real, the process of…
Cause and effect reversibility… I get into reading Jean Baudrillard because this philosopher bends language reminiscent of poets. Change and times passage are interchangeable, the given of our experience on this planet. We tip our hats to Heraclitus, the pre-Socratic thinker who famously said that ‘you cannot step into the same river twice’. Another…
An inauspicious day from the get-go by Hisham Bustani translated from the Arabic by Alice Guthrie Some damn thing made her mom start talking to her about her fiancé yet again. “He’s just not cast from the same clay we are,” she said, “and I don’t think he’s really got it in…
No really! This is the final of my comments about The Dawn of Day. The writer, Nietzsche, bids that we never forget this one principle of flight. A majority of our fellows cannot fly. That I must accept. A limited few will be able to join the adventures on the horizon of thought. Best…
My intention was the preceding post as my final comment on The Dawn of Day. After all the featured quotation by Nietzsche appears on the last page of his book. And yet three more “pearls of wisdom” remain, which beg for comment. The first of the three aphorisms is equivalent to a Molotov cocktail…
555. We ought to avoid events when we know that even the least important of them frequently enough leave a strong impression upon us —and these we cannot avoid. —The thinker must possess an approximate canon of all the things he still wishes to experience. These three aphorisms, or put differently, pearls of wisdom…
What will preserve us from this unlimited frenzy, this desire to abolish the horizon as perpetual line of flight, as virtual line of flight which must remain virtual, But which we are crossing today -towards that ‘event horizon’ beyond which nothing happens, nothing has meaning any longer and whence not even light escapes. The…
Six AM and it was pitch black. In the sky a blinding white moon, a crescent sharper than any blade. I felt cold bite into my face. I drove the winding neighborhood street. Three black forms moved across a yard to pass just out of headlight range. Deer. Absolutely those wild animals were hungry….
A day or so ago, I was seated as is my habit, here at Starbucks. Midwestern winters have returned, with single digit cold and some snow. Also who is not weary with the media onslaught, the hash of Trumpism? The spirit of the age is that of toxic patriarchy. My instincts are on-alert. The…
The new administration is moving at warp speed. Tech moguls skurrey, gathering as baby chicks around a brood hen, to Trump. The New York Times reports that new leaders are quickly being appointed to the U. S. Prosecutors offices. The President believes with justification that he has carte blanche to act at will. More…
