How at that moment— at the limit of the laceration of reason— happiness grows in me from my obvious inability to possess it. We are like the meadow about to be inundated with rain, disarmed under a wan sky. having only one recourse: to carry our glasses to our lips, and to drink gently…
Chance, happinesswhich don’t exalt me,arriving unexpectedly, in calm,I saw them radiating, gently, from their simple exuberance.and I said of laughter, “I am laughter—to the extremity of outburst— so much that it is superfluous to laugh and out of place.” In the wood, the sun rising, I was free, my life rising effortlessly andlike a…
Time lets “what is” fall on individuals. The individual himself (herself) – in time – loses himself, falls in a movement in which he dissolves –is “communication,” not inevitably from one to another. With this exception, that chance is the duration of the individual in his (her) loss, time, which needs the individual, is…
When we use the word “happiness” as defined by our philosophy, we’re not in the first place thinking like tired, anxious, and suffering philosophers, inwardly and outwardly at peace in the absence of pain, impossibility, tranquility, the “holy of holies,” at equilibrium, something that more or less has the value of a deep dreamless…
Chance for the individual is “communication,” the loss of one individual in another. “Communication” is the “duration of loss.” Will I in the end find a joyful, rather mad way of speaking –and the analytic subtlety — to recount the dance around time?* With the spite and obstinacy of a fly, I say insistently:…
“Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the…
And so it begins! Year by year as the denouement of Christmas Eve nears, I dedicate myself to make sense of the nativity story. God-in-a-manger, stated baldly. I have not attended a worship service on Sunday morning in years so I can hardly be considered “a believer.” Nevertheless I am compelled to revisit the…
Saturday, I have permission to drive subsequent to the heart procedure. I returned to Starbucks. When I reflect, words to describe my feelings come with difficulty, the irregular heartbeat has been eliminated with a minimum of disruption to my life. A “Christmas miracle,” a credit to a host of individuals, especially to those no…
Desperately, I work, seeking the unity of man and the world! On coordinated levels of knowledge, political action, and limitless contemplation! I have to go back to this truth: that life implicates a beyond of light, of beloved chance. My madness—or rather my extreme wisdom— nevertheless reveals this to me: this beloved chance had…
No post was attempted yesterday. At the time I would be writing I was being prepared for anesthesia, several hours of sleep, while a Cardiac Electrophysiology specialist treated a circuit malfunction of my heart that was causing an irregular heartbeat. The method used was indicative of a benefit of knowledge. For human beings knowledge…
