Saturday morning is quiet at this time. Patrons haven’t arrived yet to fill the room with conversation. The sky is overcast, an early spring chill in the air. I will participate in a demonstration of resistance to the administration that is scheduled for 11:30 AM later today. The non-violent protest will take place on…
I resolved to turn away from writing about Trump. There is no question his machinations are fascinating and dangerous. Others do a better job of dissecting politics than I. They are professional story tellers and politics is their forte. I’d prefer to reflect upon the journey that I have taken, playing the hand that…
A little poison now and then:that makes pleasant dreams.And much poison in the end,for a pleasant death. I cannot purge my mind of yesterday’s main news event. Trump hosted a spectacle in the outdoor Rose Garden, announcing a list of new tariffs that are to be applied to every trading partner. The tariffs were…
This is an old Buddhist prayer. May I traverse all my lives in the world free of afflictions and interfering forces, but poised to endure with equanimity if afflictions and interfering forces come — for the good of All May I ease suffering in the earth realms. May I help guide wanderers in ignorance…
Perhaps you’ve hazarded an attempt to express, to a dyed-in-the-wool, hard-right Republican partisan, why you think a humane society, a system that is set up to include everyone, — is best for everyone. I have. The outcome is similar to pivoting, only to smash your forehead into a concrete abutment. Nietzsche, in his prologue,…
A friend commented regarding the post of yesterday, that my anger was showing, a turbulence roiling the waters of mind and expression. Nevertheless I continue because what follows in the Nietzschean tale is important that we consider. Our leading character in this tale is Zarathustra, who by chance happens upon a gathering of townspeople…
Sunday morning is a springish cloudy day. I am at Starbucks again. The room is buzzing, overlapping conversations. Briefly speaking with two friends, – we are to join the demonstration planned for Saturday at the end of this week. We will meet in Geneva on the bridge over the Fox River to chant and…
I want to write another book. Laura insists that I get the first one published. She is right. Nevertheless I’d like to engage the fabulous fable penned by Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra. The story is surreal, a prescient foretelling, a projection of the course of the West. Zarathustra is a hermit-like individual whose season…
Unaccountably I woke an hour before the alarm. Better to get an early start on a Friday than to insist upon sleep, when already awake. So with ample time at Starbucks, I read a three page commentary that I found on the internet which treats Truth and Lies Beyond Morality. I regret that I…
According to the myth of Christianity, the eschaton signals the ending of an old order. ἔσχατος means the end, last, and is often associated with doomsaying that the earth is to ‘end in fire.’ In a manner of speaking, the sky rains fire these days. Circumstances force a choice. Each in his/her heart is…
