It [religion] consummates one’s dissatisfaction with oneself, and at that extreme point gives one satisfaction in “God.” It pushes weariness with humanity to the limit, and offers instead the image of a divine savior; It takes away one’s taste for life on earth entirely, and promotes the quest for a “higher world.” The Self-Overcoming…
Friend Zarathustra has come, the guest of guests. Now the world laughs, the great curtain is rent. The wedding day has come for light and darkness Beyond Good and Evil, by Friedrich Nietzsche, “From High Mountains: Aftersong.” I attended a second showing of The Million Dollar Quartet , at the Stolop Island Theatre in Aurora….
Sunday. What to write? I have read and am mulling over the prospect of “eternal recurrence.” This is the concluding idea from Nietzsche’s writings. I mean that everything that has happened, every human who has ever lived, every word spoken (including a roar of support for a MMA favorite, or a delicate and tentative…
More thoughts from Nietzsche? Rumination on types of nihilism? Topics, all relevant to day-to-day life, which I intend to examine. On the other hand this remarkable collection of insights came my way. The current condition of America is described by the envelopment of the old Republican Party by the Trump movement, and his accession…
Sometimes I have something in mind to write. At other times nothing in particular has come to me. Life is a moving current, languid, – then that sound ahead becomes a roaring white water. Just attend to the friction of movement, (there’s always friction) some topic will rise to the surface of consciousness about…
February 20th feels midwinter. The exterior temperature registered two degrees this morning, though day by day there is more daylight. Waking at 6AM now is rising in the dawn, rather than dark of night. What do I mean by “middle of winter”? Certainly I intend this human’s embodied experience of winter 2025. I did…
Wednesday is mid-week. Sometimes it happens in the middle, one is able to with a backward look, take measure of where one has come. Are we in the middle? In the middle of what? I was urged yesterday to abstain from glancing at my iphone news feed. None of those snippets was positive, “good…
Yesterday, Sunday afternoon I attempted to watch the NASCAR race at Daytona. I cannot remember the last time I listened/watched a “stock car” race on television. At the time watching NASCAR became similar to watching golf. The televised races seemed to be perfect for napping. I lasted about 20 minutes, then I had to…
What the fuck are you doing? My better judgment kicks me in the shin, about what I am about to write. I reply that I just think I am obligated to recognize a person’s work no matter if I barely understand the genre. Humans owe the truth to one another. Wouldn’t you agree? To…
Saturday morning dawns a pleasant 32 degrees F. There’s a fresh snowfall. Today is a gift for our enjoyment. Weather forecast’s feature single digit days ahead. Every day is a gift, a bonus. One of the lessons which Thoreau has to teach in his writings about Walden Pond. Like a child greeting the morning…
