Roll The Bones By Rush Well, you can stake that claimGood work is the key to good fortuneWinners take that praiseLosers seldom take that blameIf they don’t take that gameAnd sometimes the winner takes nothingWe draw our own designsBut fortune has to make that frame We go out in the world and take our…
February 3rd, and bitter cold outside. The number of patrons increase, in the warmth here at Starbucks. I have no gut-feel of direction as to what to write; just awareness of being lost in a vast sea, for now, on the surface of an incomprehensible uncertainty. All that I know is important for my…
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…
Think! The admonition, “think, god-damn it, think!” is the hardest, sharpest, heaviest, advisement that can be uttered and received. Many of us born to privilege, in the West, white and almost certainly male are relatively unconstrained by circumstances. A felt compulsion to think, that is, to consider that one’s lifestyle, the purchases, the use…
Evil, depends upon the possibility of breaking the rule. Infraction is frightening -like death: and yet it is attractive, as though the being only wanted to survive out of weakness, as though exuberance inspired that contempt for death which is necessary once the rule has been broken. The attraction of irregularity sustains the…
Saturday 11:35 AM is quite late for me to be writing here at Starbucks. But who cares? I will not care as long as I come up with some good words. I awakened at 6AM in order to be present on the sidelines to observe and cheer a grandson play his final soccer game…
I awakened a few minutes ahead of the alarm. Sometimes that happens. That part of me which eludes words, wanted to be conscious, awake/alive… Thus began my day. On my way to Starbucks, I could sense that Friday will be warm, a return of comfortable weather, prior to the certain advent of frost, and…
Moral choiceis comparable to the construction of a work of art. As there are no aesthetic values apriori,there are values which will appearin due course in the coherence of the picture— in the relation between the will to create and the finished work. One cannot judge a painting until it is done.likewise with morality.In…
The straight line is Godless and immoral –Hundertwasser You won’t find a river that decided a straight line was the best path to the open sea. You won’t find a vine that grew straight up to reach the sun. You won’t find a single organic object on this earth that traces a perfect line. “Nothing…
