Columbus Day or Indigenous Peoples Day, which is it? This day, the morning of October 9th is dedicated equally to each of these dimensions of our American past, which is also our present. A day to remember our ancestors attempts to enslave the communities that lived on this continent prior to our arrival from…
I chose to “sleep in” this morning. Something which I seldom do. I like the early morning, a habit learned from my mother who grew up on a farm. Plants and animals elicit care, not scheduling at one’s convenience. Farmers do not sleep in. We visited a farmers market in Geneva where we purchased…
Great indeed is the disorder produced in the world by the love of knowledge. From the time of the three dynasties downwards it has been so. The plain and honest-minded people are neglected, and the plausible representations of restless spirits received with pleasure; the quiet and unexciting method of non-action is put away, and…
(So), the versatility shown in artful deceptions becoming more and more pernicious, in ingenious discussions as to what is hard and what is white, and in attempts to disperse the dust and reconcile different views, is great, but the common people are perplexed by all the sophistry. Hence there is great disorder…
There’s something menacing, darkly beautiful about the sound and sight of a drag car slowly rolling toward the staging beam. A big-inch motor idles, breathing heavily for air, the undulating bass note of a machine conceived, purpose-built for gobs of power, parts assembled for total acceleration. After staging, when the tree flashes green, pedal…
An extraordinary faculty in debating leads to the piling up of arguments like a builder with his bricks, or a net-maker with his string. (Its possessor) cunningly contrives his sentences and enjoys himself in discussing what hardness is and what whiteness is, where views agree and where they differ, and pressing on,…
An email exchange developed between the three of us. What is the relationship between the origin, the durability of religion — and our fear of the unknown? There’s a great deal of the unknown, an ocean of it. Does the unknown have a far shore? The thought experiment was posed: Consider the difference —…
It is morning and the sun “rises” in the east over the Fox River. Do I correctly understand and render these matters? Consider the possibility that “getting it correct” is to completely miss the point. Is there a correct? How could/would one know? And if you were convinced that your assessment was incorrect what…
I participated in a study group of William Golding’s Lord of the Flies. Did I read the book when in high school or is my memory from college? I am not sure. The book is widely known, a parable of sorts. A group of English boarding school boys is marooned on a nameless South…
Yesterday with a group of friends in a large circle, we discussed “God,” considered our relationship to church, our past experience that inevitably effects our sense of what-the-sacred-means to each of us now. One of our group shared this Philip Larkin poem. I remembered reading it many years ago, when I was much younger,…
