The morning is bright and cool, reminding me of the Wisconsin North Woods which are subject to spells of midsummer cool days. The human mind strives to recognize patterns. Our default is the assumption that our mind-made pattern is the form of reality, which we presume will persist . Thus I am “tipped…
This statue entitled Self-Made Man by sculptor Bobbie Carlyle is installed in front of Bar Evolution here in Batavia. I have occasion to walk by the statue often. The work prompts the sardonic thought that there is nothing that is self-made in this world. Homo Sapiens, humans are among the most complex and fragile…
I finished the essay by Maxwell Hyett of Western University. The essay is entitled Amateur Mortality. It was forwarded to me by a friend. Hyett treats Franco ‘Bifo’ Berardi’s three short meditations on the meanings, the possible outcomes of the covid pandemic, the quarantine, the masking up in public places, the social isolation which…
Tuesday, and friends are coming over late in the morning. Friends of many years become scarce with the passage of time. Life becomes more complex, or worse, we are uprooted and forced to begin all over again. The latter is often the case as demands of employment mandate a move to a new town…
Another week begins. The Olympics in Tokyo are in full swing. I watched some of it on TV. The main event of my weekend was attendance at the Geneva Art Fair. I had several memorable conversations with artists. Life at best, is an art-form, a practice that reveals beauty and meaning. I aspire to…
“Life” — is an expansive topic. I’ll write about it until I die. I am an expression of life on this planet. It is not as if I am an outsider, a disinterested observer. There are times when I think that our human form of life, we are social creatures after all, — is…
I am the last person to have anything to say about prayer. It is rare for me to “pray.” I have become a Christian-agnostic. That sounds like an oxymoron, an impossible contradiction. It is not that I decided impiety is a reasonable response to life. Reason has nothing to do with it, nor does…
Friday brings a sultry summer morning. Perhaps this will be the beginning of an idyllic day, such as I remember, or believe that I remember from my childhood. Those were endless summers. My only responsibility was to return to the house by dark. Otherwise the day was entirely mine for play and for exploration. …
The question comes in due time to everyone who is aware, caring about the condition of society, about the well being of one’s fellows. No doubt that the question of concern is self-interested. What if anything ought I to do about climate warming, or the pandemic, or the political issues which divide us as…
It is a great feeling to return home. A “get-a-way” is a luxury, and I have memories that I will cherish for quite some time. When visiting the shore of Lake Michigan I am aware that my presence is limited. I fantasize about making time stand still. A fantasy. Time, a feature of the…
