A philosophy that does not make us happier, more virtuous; that on the contrary, lets it be understood that one will likely perish in its service; that one will be isolated from one’s times, burned and scaled; that one will have to pass through every contempt and hate; that one will need a great…
What is great in humankind is that he is a bridge and not an end: What can be loved in man is that he/she is a passage and a fall. –Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Prologue §4 I love he/she whose soul is deep, even in being wounded, and who can perish of a small experience:…
How often is a sign encountered that “points one way.” No matter how strong the affection, the essence, the soul-deep person that we love, even with a desperate love — must take journey that differs from the one which fate has determined I must take. It is simply not true that love conquers all. …
LITTLE GIDDING By T. S. Eliot (No. 4 of ‘Four Quartets’) II Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age To set a crown upon your lifetime’s effort. First, the cold friction of expiring sense Without enchantment, offering no promise But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit As body and soul begin to fall asunder….
LITTLE GIDDING by T. S. Eliot (No. 4 of ‘Four Quartets’) I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When the short day is brightest, with frost and fire, The brief sun flames the ice, on pond and ditches, In windless cold that…
“How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall…
Have you not heard of that madmanwho lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek God! I seek God!”—As many of those who did not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter. Has he got lost? asked one. Did…
What is there to say? Sleeping till late this morning (9AM) I hope for recovery from Covid. Some congestion lingers. Does one know if congestion in the throat is advancing or receding? There’s only trust in nature, and no knowing. A return to the Four Quartets by T. S. Eliot is gratifying. I am…
Monday brings sunshine. “The world” continues. The myriad outworking of cause and effect: today was inscribed in yesterday, and while we do not know what tomorrow will bring, all of it is etched faintly or deeply into this present. It is “Coming of Age Day” (Seijin no Hi) in Japan for all females of…
In other words, a moment of revolt inherent in the will-to-understand beyond practical ends cannot be prolonged indefinitely: to be the whole of the universe man/woman must let go of his/her principles: accepting nothing that he/she is other than the tendency to go beyond what he/she is. This being that I am is the…
