…if one considers, finally that to the lover himself the whole rest of the world appears indifferent, pale. and worthless, and he is prepared to make any sacrifice, to disturb any order, to subordinate all other interests-then one comes to feel genuine amazement that this wild avarice and injustice of sexual love has been…
A provocative discussion last night… A group of us considered the role of emotion in decision making. A decision is assumed to be the outcome of reason, the action of the mind to assess facts, the “truth value” of experience, including information received from 2nd hand sources. Is not one’s life a composite of…
“The choice we face is simple, We continue fighting and lose the best of the best or we let them turn this country into Bucha, Now is not the time for mourning,” he said. “It’s a time for hate.” —Yevhen Mahda, a Ukrainian political scientist Bucha is the suburb of Kyiv where last spring,…
…burning desire in search of “communication.” Desire in “communication” bears essentially on the beyond of the being. But this beyond is not only the nothingness that limits us, toward which we throw ourselves, wanting to touch another being; it is at the same time the interrogation of the being that we are. …We can…
Exceptional beauty, richness are evoked by disorders of the flesh. If the attracting light of those disorders is the sign of a summit, this summit is only open to chance; the virtue to which a moral goal is normally proposed is on the contrary set aside, made ridiculous. –excerpt On Nietzsche, Notes, by Georges…
A gray Tuesday, winter… Surely this must be the mid-west. Indeed, the Fox River Valley is west of Chicago. A typical winter’s pall has ascended, and homo sapiens are inclined toward hibernation. Never mind Chinese spy balloons, or an earthquake in Turkey, or a war grinding on between Russia and Ukraine, or commerce that…
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…
How can one avoid knowing once —then again, and endlessly— the lie of the objects for which we burn? Nevertheless, in this senseless darkness, more distant than every nonsense, than every collapse, passion still lacerates me to “communicate” to those I love the news of this nightfall, as if this “communication,” and none other,…
An infinite possibility flowsfrom the multitude of life’s difficulties:We attribute the feeling of the impossible that dominates usto those difficulties that get in the way! If existence is intolerable, we think,it is because some specific wrong has lead us astray. And we struggle against this wrong.The impossible is lifted if the struggle is possible….
Friday is gray overcast, the temperature mild, and the day is windy. Change is always on the playbill. Why not welcome another harbinger of winter? Reading On Nietzsche by Georges Bataille, I am captivated by the author’s analysis of the trajectory of a life, in the light of a relationship, or relationships of maximum…
