Time lets “what is” fall on individuals. The individual himself (herself) – in time – loses himself, falls in a movement in which he dissolves –is “communication,” not inevitably from one to another. With this exception, that chance is the duration of the individual in his (her) loss, time, which needs the individual, is…
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:…
A gray Monday. There are apt to be many of these as the winter solstice is ahead, December 21st. Spring, why that’s just an idea… The idea is one of hope nevertheless. Just this morning I received an emailed advertisement announcing Summerfest 2023. James Taylor is to be one of the headliner performers. Count…
And if it so happens that someone sees chance beside me, that chance should be taken! It is not my chance, it belongs to whoever takes it. No one can grasp it any more than I can. Nothing about it can be known, but it can be taken. But who can see it without…
Should I say anything at all about this song? It is a classic Marty Robbins cowboy ballad. Released in 1959 the lyric and the melody convey a heightened tension between the inevitable confrontation between one representing “law and order” the constraints of civilized life, and another, representing the imposition of idiosyncratic preference with a…
Music often elevates my spirit. A catchy tune, and smooth lyrics launch me into a memory, or sometimes rotates the axis of my view point. I tend to interpret reality in shades of gray. I’d like to be optimistic. I work at it. But, my body, the experience that has accrued over the years…
Saturday morning and the day is cold. Early December’s days oscillate between mild 50s and frigid lows of mornings in the low teens. Like life. A shuttle between opposites… This morning, a short drive from Batavia to the Geneva Starbucks a tune by AC/DC, Highway to Hell played on the radio. The song, another…
On a state designated by a shorthand name, (impalement), I am writing these few lines in the form of a theme for meditation: I imagine: an object of attraction. The flame Shining and light Consuming itself in itself Annihilating itself And in this way revealing emptiness, The identity of the attraction, Of that which…
The Philosophy Bunch discussed the topic of euthanasia. Death is not an event which merely happens to each of us as individuals. Dying is a process measured by time, and there are infinite ways to die. It is exceeding rare for anyone to die without the involvement of others. (Death must be the definitive…
We cannot equal the empty sky that infinitely murders and annihilates us to the last man. I can only sadly say, of the necessity to which I submit, that it humanizes me, that it give me an undeniable dominion over things. I can however refuse to not see this as a sign of impotence….
