The statement is enough. It will be sufficient to linger for a while to consider what this means, how extensive the repression of imagination. Our imagination expands our world. The world is held conjointly, you and I in relation, even more, in company with all living and nonliving things. Who is to say that…
On Sunday, two days ago I took the opportunity to visit the track for a final time for this year. It is mid fall. Soon the temps will fall, warm days will become a memory. Drag racing is a fair weather activity, ideal for summertime. Direct sunlight, heat, make asphalt lanes treated with traction…
I am a fan of civilization. The comfort of this Starbucks, the soothing background music, the efficient and professional-polite barista, and this “just right” hot cup of delicious coffee, all appeal to me. Is this what is meant by civilized, polite society? I mean a society calibrated to ensure security and comfort for those…
Words published in 1881 persuades us that we ought to stop lying to ourselves. Nietzsche, the philologist compares the epoch of modern humanity, an era marked by reason, and the search for knowledge, by awareness of class differences, of institutional injustice, (a few of the hallmarks of a liberal-democratic society) – a juxtaposition with…
Attempting to wrap my mind around this insight – I inwardly shiver. To become well educated in the contemporary sense means a grasp of cause and effect, of a mechanical notion of reality, that events, even occasions of unspeakable enormity, of power so destructive that ordinary words cannot serve, – are no longer divine…
My quest for insight from Nietzsche continues. Today I began reading The Dawn of Day written in 1881. Beginning with The Dawn of Day Nietzsche’s ideas began to coalesce into a unified vision. As usual reading Nietzsche is like running full-out into the cold ocean surf. There is the shock of difference, the comfort…
A visit to the Saturday morning Farmer’s Market is something we look forward to. On the street between vendor stalls, I remember the excitement of childhood: the sky is blue, I hear the conversation and laughter of our Batavia neighbors. A majority of us work indoors. Is is not natural to be out of…
Didn’t post yesterday. Fall chores at home, then to the Batavia Farmer’s Market. A Farmer’s Market is a party, as well as an opportunity to participate in the life-sustaining exchange. Our human species prefers civilization. Civilization is wedded to infinite processes of soil, water, seed & plant, sun, atmosphere, every scintilla of which is…
Each day passes, election day is closer to us. Perhaps today I will fill out my mail-in ballot, and be satisfied that I have expressed my will for the texture of the future for all that live here, not just here, for the world. There is much that I wish were different about the…
Tuesday begins. The day promises to be full. The launchpad for my life is Starbucks as usual. I have adjusted long ago to the full-bodied flavor of the Starbucks brand of coffee, and confess that I look forward to my first cup, and to my second cup, etc. etc. How do they achieve the…
