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….
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,…
