Why does the man not see the things? He himself is in the way: he conceals the things. The Dawn of Day by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans. by J. M. Kennedy, aphorism 438 –*– Because we have reached the point of being able to see through a thing we believe that henceforth it can offer…
With every day that passes, January 20, 2025 approaches. Inauguration day for the Trump administration draws near. Words written in 1881 describe the situation for many of us. Not for all Americans of course. Many stand with the captain, who by their ballot, is to command the helm of the ship of state. He…
I wrote before about a round table discussion of a few days ago. Six of us were asked to explore dimensions of our experience that troubled us, which cause a feeling of dread. A few days have passed. I continue to remember a passionate statement made there by a good friend that humankind is…
I am attracted to Nietzsche’s thought because he pursues as a cheetah on the savanna, question after question, wrestling each in turn into submission. Without assumptions about answers, he is interested to seize the main, root question, in order to clarify the alternatives inscribed within such a question. Several evenings earlier I attended a…
Tuesday, the weather begins to slide toward the sub-freezing that we’d expect of a midwest winter. Luigi Mangione was arrested for the assassination of the United Health Care C.E.O., Brian Thompson. Mangione was eating lunch at a McDonald’s when he was questioned by police. Weather, murder and arrest, all are apparent of the day-to-day…
Many men/women may certainly have attained that humility which says credo quia absurdum est, and sacrifices its reason; but, so far as I know, not one has attained to that humility which after all is only one step further, and which says creda quia absurdus sum. The Dawn of Day, by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans….
“Sin” is a tawdry, toxic concept. We’d all be better off, had we not been handed this sticky, absurd contradiction. It is the accusation, the indictment that one is irremediably, morally flawed. One is biased in favor of preservation of the life-force with which one awakens in this world. I know, my description highlights…
We are like shop-windows, where we ourselves are constantly arranging, concealing, or setting in the foreground those supposed qualities which others attribute to us —in order to deceive ourselves. The Dawn of Day* by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans. by J. M. Kennedy, aphorism 385 *There are many dawns which have yet to shed their light.—RIG-VEDA…
Years pass, many books read, lectures, conversations held. I feel unease about my points of view. It’s just that I am the beneficiary of others, the writers, Professors, the friends who have contributed their minds, their passions. All became components, a composition of the sense of reality that I “call” my own. I suspect…
Yesterday I read about an essay by Joan Westenberg. I clicked the link, read the essay and resonated with her words. I have excerpted some of it here. It just seems timely to pass on these good words. To read the eight minute essay, CLICK HERE. We are choking on cynicism. Hope is…
