Yin and yang reflected light on one another, enfolded one another; created order for one another. The four seasons followed one another, gave rise to one another and brought one another to an end. Likes and dislikes, which draw or repel, led to specific distinctness. from this came the separation and union of the…
Today is the 2nd day of February, Groundhog day. The sky is gray as if a canvas were stretched horizon to horizon. Groundhog day is a wistful anticipation of an early end of winter’s cold. According to the German legend, the groundhog emerges from its borrow and has a look around. If the animal…
My wife asked me what I would write about today. I replied I was unsure whether I would write anything at all on this February 1st. Midway through winter, my energy is at low ebb. I am not one to peruse Facebook, or other social media sites. Still, I am aware of the activities…
I joined an online book club at the beginning of the year. I was motivated by the accountability entailed by membership. At the end of every month a zoom session, moderated by Jared Henderson, a philosopher-convener is offered to members. I figured this was sure to motivate me to read each of the monthly…
The death of a child of any age is an unspeakable grief for a parent. Death is a change that upends our wishes. What I desire one way or another does not effect the circumstance or the timing of the death of those dearest to me. Alex Pretti was murdered a few days ago…
What the world valuesare riches, honor, long life, and recognition.What it finds pleasurable is repose for the body,rich flavors, fine clothes, beautiful colors and good music. What it dislikes are poverty, low status, short life,and dishonor. The rich are burdened with accumulating possessions,piling up more than they can use.Those who pursue honordeliberate about their…
I’ll say it again, to write again something that cannot be said enough… We ought not to pride ourselves in possessing carriages and coronets or because of difficulties and poverty resort to crude means. Who among us doesn’t feel a flush of pride to own a new vehicle, especially one which is widely admired…
think of it by Charles Bukowski think of it, there were fellows like Kierkegaard and Sartre who found existence absurd, who battled against anxiety and anguish, nothingness, nausea, and death hanging over them like a Damocles sword while there are other men now -so empty of concern that their first thought of the day…
This is a poem written by Renee Nicole Good. She is dead. She was a mother. She was many things… Renee left these words behind. They are for you and I to consider: what manner of person would choose these words, express this description of life. Also for you and I to consider: what…
It is Saturday, raining and the sky hints of snow to come. I do not mind rain in wintertime, or any time. Trees need water, a subsurface soaking. Lately rain seems to come less frequently, sometimes weeks pass with little to no moisture. Like it or not we (humans) belong to Nature, we are…
