And we are all melancholic. Melancholia is the brutal disaffection that characterizes our saturated systems. Once the hope of balancing good and evil, true and false, indeed of confronting some values of the same order, once the more general hope of a relation of forces and a stake has vanished. Everywhere, always, the system…
All around us are nothingbut dummies of power,but the mechanical illusion of powerstill rules the social order,behind which grows the absent, illegible, terror of control, of which we are the minuscule terminals. The whole logical universe of the politicalis dissolved at the same time,ceding its place to a transfinite universe of simulationwhere from the…
We had our philosophy discussion last night, six of us using one of the online video chat tools. The question of the evening: Is goodness natural? Certainly we could have wrestled with the definition of each of those terms. I have thought about this question in its many variants for years. The three words…
Did not post anything yesterday. An important appointment early in the day foreclosed the opportunity to give adequate consideration to what I had on my mind. I would have written about the current President of the United States as our *fire-starter; like a troubled child, or disturbed adult who finds an adrenaline rush in…
Nothing more need be said.
As usual I received the weekend update on my iphone news feed from the New York Times. I attempted to read over my bowl of cheerios. Interesting and concise as always, but I felt repulsed. My mind resisted following the cascade of deepening “troubles.” Another Black man is shot while fleeing police; demonstrations against…
The love of money as a possession—- as distinguished from the love of money as a means to enjoyments and realities of life — will be recognized for what it is, a somewhat disgusting morbidity, one of those semi-criminal, semi-pathological propensities which one hands over with a shudder to the specialists in mental disease….
Friday! A sense of accomplishment to reach the final day of the workweek with my sense of self intact, given all the events swirling around. It goes without saying it is my choice to be aware of events, political, economic, and social that happen. Dumb and happy is a live option. There is the…
I am tired of writing about the bully that we’ve installed in the White House. It’s only by means of words that his dissimulation can be revealed to be darkness, a grim future which his lies hold for all of us. I’ll continue to have my say until he and his supporters are out…
My daughter walked in a nearby park several days ago. At a distance on the manicured green ball park outfield she noticed a round dark shape. Upon closer examination, it appeared to be a creature belonging in the Braeburn Marsh not very far away. She hurried back to the house to summon me with…
