Saturday. Another mild, sunny day at the end of November. Time for reflection upon the sumptuousness of Thanksgiving feast day, the glamor of a formal table, guests in their places, words spoken, and convivial conversation exchanged… Perhaps this seems idealistic, not exactly what you in fact experienced, this past Thursday, day before yesterday. Were…
All “communication” participates in suicide and crime. Funeral horror accompanies it, disgust is its sign. And in this light evil appears – as a source of life! By destroying in myself, in others, the integrity of being, I open myself to communion, I attain a moral summit. And the summit is not submission to,…
Thanksgiving day. A day of sacrifice and feasting. The customary “victim” is the turkey. The day is dedicated to a nationwide communal meal, families including invited guests, extended family members are together around a table for a meal of prepared turkey, side dishes which have passed the test of tradition. The elements are common,…
Two hours of discussion on the proposition that “psychology” has replaced ancient myth as the anchor of personal identity, a solid ground of membership in a people. I am unconvinced. Psychology is a soft science, similar to sociology, that investigation of social structures, institutions. Dissimilar to chemistry or physics, which are studies of external…
Morning, — is not the word poetic? A one word poem that you can say over and over quietly, and feel your mood elevate in response. Dawn with rising sun, is portent of life, a call and response promise of “give and take” between the interior “self” and the exterior “world.” What is meant…
The jukebox makes listening to music a highly enjoyable visual, acoustic and tactile experience. The listening is, however, very complicated and time-intensive. As my jukebox is not in constant use, it first has to be plugged in. It takes some time for the valves to warm up. After inserting the coins, I carefully press…
Right Now By Van Halen Don’t wanna wait til tomorrow, Why put it off another day? One more walk through problems, Built up, and stand in our way ,ah One step ahead, one step behind me Now you gotta run to get even Make future plans, don’t dream about yesterday, hey C’mon turn, turn…
Dust in the Wind By Kansas I close my eyesOnly for a moment, and the moment’s goneAll my dreamsPass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the windAll they are is dust in the wind Same old songJust a drop of water in an endless seaAll we doCrumbles to the ground, though we refuse…
Humans are intimate beings [Nahwesen]. Intimacy, however, is not the same as a lack of distance. Distance is a part of it. Nearness and distance belong together. The human being is thus simultaneously a being of nearness and a being of distance. That is why Kafka says that we can hold someone who is…
Not another song… Yes! I suspect that what I write is not a matter of choice at all. Is it chance, that implacable, impenetrable twisting of fate? I mean that branching of inchoate inclination to switch radio stations while on Fayban Parkway on the way to Starbucks. Whether chance or choice, I’ll never get…
