Reading Nietzsche ranks with the most difficult of duties within memory. I categorize my inclination, my taste for his fevered commentary, the excavation of language in the only way possible, with language, – as a duty. I am reminded of being taken as a sick child to the family doctor by my parents. Then…
Just suppose for a moment… If you could imagine the ultimate game, one which you and I are outside observers,… As nonparticipants, god-like spectators removed, we notice something: the unending suffering, nuanced, background discomfort all the way to extreme agony of the players. Additionally notice how the self-aware creatures assume their suffering is a…
I felt comfort to see the horizon alight with the dawn. Upon entering the seating area at Starbucks, I felt the red of the Christmas-holiday promotion posters behind the beverage prep. counter. Paper cups with the colorful holiday graphic were stacked ready for use. Thus, I am reminded that life has a relentless heartbeat…
Wednesday morning, I heard from my wife, daughter, and a friend, that the mad king shortly will be ensconced in the White House by the “will of the people.” Did we imagine that democracy was an American birthright, inviolate, a gift of the gods. What a sad illusion that was. We are awake now,…
Election day. I am glad to see, to feel the falling rain. The New York Times reports this morning that all but two states are in a condition of drought. According to the poet, Dionysus Olympian god of reverie and wine, while intoxicated with a single candle, illuminates the horizon. I think that we…
Disastrous are disasters. Paradise is such a lonely place that we are doomed, anyway. But at the meeting point of its rivers the horizon is always enlarged, the imagination unleashed. *** Love creates sand-storms and loosens reality’s building blocks. Its feverish energy takes us into the heart of mountains. Sometimes, a frozen moon illuminates…
The poet Murel Rukeyser said the universe is composed of stories, not atoms. The physicistWerner Heisenberg declared that the universe ismade of music, not matter. And we believe that if you habitually expose yourselfto toxic stories and music, you could wind up livingin the wrong universe, where it’s impossible tobecome the gorgeous genius you were born…
November 5 is election day. No matter the election outcome, I anticipate celebrating our granddaughter’s 5th birthday upon that day. Last evening afforded little rest. I woke with troubling dreams at odd times before daybreak Then I felt disoriented. Sometimes in waking life, I feel at a decision point, and my sense of things…
So you desire the happiness of others, perhaps that of your own child… What are you going to do? We should notgive the individual,in so far as he desires his own happiness,any preceptsor recommendationsas to the road leading to happiness; for individual happinessarises from particular lawsthat are unknownto anybody, and such a man/womanwill only…
Today is Halloween. Who doesn’t enjoy a ghost story, especially those classic movies which portray a tale of haunting? We recently viewed George Romero’s 1968 Night of the Living Dead. Viewing the movie for the first time, I appreciated that in 1968 the tale absolutely induced fear. We love a haunting… Is a haunting…
