The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on: ‘—that begins with an M, such as mouse–traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness—you know you say things are…
I anticipate reading The Gay Science by Friedrich Nietzsche. The introduction is written by Walter Kaufmann, the translator. Kaufmann mentions that Nietzsche was greatly influenced by the writings of New England transcendentalist Ralph Waldo Emerson. Curious to understand the substrate of Nietzsche’s sense of himself and of his world I downloaded a segment of…
There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head….
The question: what to do? Is to give chance to play It is first of all to accept what is given as a game The condition of a difficult fight, to fight on the side on which chance seems to appear The same thing as freedom. –excerpt On Nietzsche Notes by Georges…
Sunday morning, on the road proceeding west, I made my way to Starbucks. The sun blazes in the east across the Fox River. I felt atypically more alive, as if I were years younger… Pat Benatar’s Love Is A Battlefield was playing on the radio. Pat Benatar and Neil Gerardo remain one of the…
The media is the politicians’ mirror, developed in the political and corporate financiers interest. It exists to sell a product. politicians and products alike thrive on being seen on a screen, they crave its validation. As a mirror it is but an image, a self-contained world, flat, insubstantial and brittle as glass. The media…
Friday morning, the air clean, brisk, — is illumined by our sun. Humanity is warmed by the same sun, as our home world rotates. Every word in the two sentences just written is relative, a marker for a set of relationships. Nevertheless all of it feels absolutely true. Do you not feel that humanity…
If everone breath came to me of that heavenly needthat constrains even accidentsto dance star-dances; If I everlaughed the laughter of creative lightningwhich is followed obediently but grumblinglyby the long thunder of the deed; If I everplayed dice with gods at their table,the earth, till the earth quaked and burst and snortedup floods of…
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…
