So this is where we are! Nothing to do, nothing but to recognize and embrace what is before us. What we had established, our words steadfast-in-print on paper, at one time attractive, compelling, emulated around the world… (I remember a story by a professor teaching a course in American business practices, recounting that we…
A friend read the ‘hidden god’ quotation of yesterday. He responded by text that he wanted to think more about the quotation. We plan to talk by phone this afternoon. Nietzsche reveals in subsequent lines that he is referring to Dionysus, the god of reverie, of wine, of inadvertent discovery. The thought of such…
Monday, the day after a 2nd attempt to assassinate the former president… The Secret Service detected someone with a weapon in proximity to where Trump was finishing up a round of golf at his club. The assailant was arrested a short while later. Trump, ever the bloviating self-promoter immediately tweeted to his sycophants that…
Would you say these are persuasive words, describing inner strength of self, the ability to see clearly what one lives for and if necessary, absolutely willing to die to defend? I would. I have been acquainted with many strong females, thus the interpolation suggests that women are able to show this manner of strength…
Perhaps any comment upon this passage would ruin it. I am relieved to read that a philosopher is a mere human. Not everyone is captivated by how extraordinary are “ordinary” experiences, ie. seeing, hearing, hoping and dreaming. When you stop reflect do further, secondary storms blow up? Surely Nietzsche is being autobiographical here. Still,…
Homo Sapiens, the mammal that psychologically clothes itself with team colors, like every other fan at a soccer game. A coordinated style, moral attire that palate of team colors is instantly recognized by everyone in the room. What I mean – approved comportment, a manner of getting things done, of movement, of being, is…
This segment stopped me cold. For as long as I can remember I welcomed solitude. As a kid I adventured alone in the woods, and I had an appetite for books. Perhaps I understood then what philosophy affirmed later to my adult self: “the world” is a product of what we can manage, or…
After dinner we played a card game that included our almost-five year old grand daughter. A simple game, called “Go Fish” was played with intense delight by the child. The game is a matter of alphabet matching. She is learning the letters of the alphabet. Her pleasure visibly grows as she masters the rules…
Tonight the debate between the Republican and the Democratic candidate is to be televised on ABC. It is difficult to imagine two personalities of starker contrast. Most Americans have already made a choice. Perhaps you are sympatico with a life-long bully, a male who has made his way by grift. He is an icon…
How could it be otherwise? Our sense of time, of the texture of change, – is of-our-species of mammal. When I was a child with my sister in the back seat of our car, I remember those trips to visit with my grand parents. The hour and a half drive felt interminable. More than…
