Real animals and plants separated from their spiritual truth slowly rejoin the empty objectivity of tools, the mortal body is gradually assimilated to the mass of things. Insofar as it is spirit, the human reality is holy, but it is profane insofar as it is real. Animals, plants, tools, and other controllable things form…
Speaker no. 1 – Won’t you just cut it out!? Speaker no. 2 – I can’t. I cannot help myself. At every moment, at every opportunity the truth comes to light, the truth of life and death, of my solitude and my bond with the world, of my freedom and my servitude, of the…
…the contradictionof a style of living whichcultivates sincerityand is at the same timea fraud.There is truth only in an existencewhich feels its acts asirrevocably necessary. There exists today no politician who feelsthe inevitableness of his policy,the more extreme his attitudes, the more frivolous,the less inspired by destiny they are. The only life with its…
The State begins when groups naturally divided find themselves obliged to live in common. This obligation is not of brute force, but implies an impelling purpose, a common task which is set before the dispersed groups. Before all the State is a plan of action and a program of collaboration. The men [and women]…
This morning I was moved by the description in the New York Times of the hundreds of criminal prosecutions in the aftermath of the January 6 uprising at the Capitol in Washington. This from the Times: If someone is being criminally prosecuted, there’s often some dysfunction in their past. But I’ve been struck by…
The mother, too, is a metaphor. It is necessary and sufficient that the best of herself be given to woman by another woman for her to be able to love herself and return in love the body that was “born” to her. Touch me, caress me, you the living no-name, give me my self…
Monday, glorious Monday morning… Awaking late, I discovered a day of sunlight softly filtered by a milky-blue sky. For mid-August, today the 15th, air temperature is delightfully pleasant. Why don’t I return to the backyard, lay down in the grass, to gaze at the sky in utter bliss? I feel that I should, or…
A persistent rain is falling. I am happy to see it. Trees will benefit from taking a deep drink of fresh water. These mornings are rare. They are a precious cue to reflection about the kid who still lives within. You know, — that kid who “hated” rain days, always longed to be out-of-doors,…
Sunday morning almost 9 AM and a steady rain falls. Days of gentle rain are few it seems to me. Weather seems more hot. Rain comes after extended dry spells, in a torrent. Climatologists expect the trend to continue. What is to be done? That is the question. Life requires incremental exchange. A rapid,…
I read an email this morning from a friend expressing anguish at the juxtaposition between the stunning accomplishments of mankind culturally and scientifically with the despoliation of Nature and the consequent global warming and climate catastrophe. It is hard to conceive of anyone now living who is not aware of the event of climate…
