We visited the Cosley Zoo yesterday. Cosley Zoo is a small zoo in Wheaton, Illinois, scaled for toddlers and older children. At the zoo you get a close-up look at animals, wild and domestic. The visit was greatly enjoyed. Our grand daughter certainly will remember for many years the animals which are cared for,…
The question: what to do? Is to give chance to play It is first of all to accept what is given as a game The condition of a difficult fight, to fight on the side on which chance seems to appear The same thing as freedom. –excerpt On Nietzsche Notes by Georges…
This afternoon seems more chill than 35 degrees F. The sky is an oppressive grey, a bowl of achromatic glass, horizon to horizon. I cannot delay writing some words until I happen to be inspired. Why delay? Tomorrow is not foreseen, and is as likely to be gray as of sunlight. A tune performed…
The questions that [Nietzsche] posed touch on tragedy, laughter, suffering, and the enjoyment of suffering, wealth, and the freedom of the mind: in general, the extreme states the human mind can reach. …His doctrine of dangerous life, of lucid, unbound, contemptuous humanity, is foreign to public struggles. It concerns solitaries hostile to the universe….
Wednesday mid-morning, the intersection of State and 3rd is washed in sunlight. It is 45 degrees F. Will grass be green in a day or so? Today, a late start on my daily writing effort. Why is that? Yesterday, bedtime I noticed that the insulin pump which I wear — no longer communicates with…
“I say unto you: one must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: you still have chaos in yourselves. Alas, the time is coming when man will no longer give birth to a star. Alas, the time of the most despicable man…
A friend is gone. Al Lykins passed away a few weeks ago. I miss having coffee with Al, swapping stories about life. Al was a teller of stories, an enchanter. I know that Al’s time to go arrived. It is impossible not to wish there had been more time. Al was a Buddhist. I…
Sunday morning, on the road proceeding west, I made my way to Starbucks. The sun blazes in the east across the Fox River. I felt atypically more alive, as if I were years younger… Pat Benatar’s Love Is A Battlefield was playing on the radio. Pat Benatar and Neil Gerardo remain one of the…
A winter view of marshland, dormant tall grass, is the norm for this time of year. A friend invited me to join him at the Orchid Show at the Chicago Botanic Society. Both of us are photo buffs. How could I not take the opportunity? Perhaps I should not confess my indifference to the…
You have already grasped that Sisyphus is the absurd hero. He is, as much through his passions as through his torture. His scorn of the gods, his hatred of death, and his passion for life won him that unspeakable penalty in which the whole being is exerted toward accomplishing nothing. This is the price…
