This tune comes from my past. It is a “message in a bottle” a whisper in my ear from the god. Something like Socrates’ daimonion, which from a child had spoke cautionary messages to him… The whispered message of this old song, that we are borne along by time. The passage of time is…
Thought written, represented is a passage through evil, …the most profound way of avoiding radical evil… the stoppage of representation and questioning. -excerpt, New Forms of Revolt by Julia Kristeva, pp 9 The Journal of French and Francophone Philosophy Saturday morning comes with brilliant sunlight and cold. The cold is reminder that winter…
Do we not all “live” at the Hotel California? “You can check out anytime but you can never leave…” Bombs and rockets rained down last night. Russian missiles struck at least three cities in western and central Ukraine, and there were reports of fierce fighting on the outskirts of Kyiv. — according to the…
War is the ultimate atrocity, the heart of evil. War is the failure of civilized life, when the bonds of “common sense” between us break, the rage of the petulant child erupting in irrational destruction. This morning I awakened to read the story of the Perebyinis family in the New York Times. War in…
Shaking inwardly again this morning. The day is beautiful. For many days my life has been beautiful. There have been some dark days, dark existentially, a time when I could not foresee a way forward. Nevertheless by act of faith, absurd as it felt, I carried on. Near by were others who believed that…
The Tuesday morning sun shines brilliantly framed by blue sky. There are no clouds. I understand why the Maya and many other peoples worshiped the sun. The sun, our sun, gives life. Sol Invictus, the unconquered sun, was a god of the later Roman empire. Sol was of supreme importance, until Constantine abandoned Sol…
It is snowing. There is purity in a cover of snow. That’s how I’d prefer life. In my imagined world, in paradise all would be love, peace and harmony. In this world there is friction and response. That is all that you can expect. And sometimes there’s violence, immediate, extreme, murderous. Survival and…
Yesterday was moving day. I pitched in, doing what I could to assist my daughter and her partner in their move from Wheaton to Deerfield. Moving is a many day’s long process, culminating with moving day. Boxes packed with household items moved to the center of each room. On moving day, the movers arrive…
Time for writing is limited today. I did not post yesterday. Posting nothing again would be morally indefensible under the circumstances. This was the lead paragraph in The Morning news update from the New York Times: First, a news update: Russia continued its broad offensive in Ukraine today, pummeling cities and towns. Ukrainian officials…
This morning in a fog, dazed in disbelief. The siege of Ukraine continues. The port of Kherson has fallen. It is a city of 300,000. The bombardment of other cities continues. My mind reels at the news, that Xi Jinping General Secretary of the Chinese Communist Party asked Putin of Russia to delay the…
