How do I write this morning? I did not listen to the debate last night. I cannot expose myself to a litany of lies, which is nothing other than emotional abuse. Mentally and emotionally I have suffered enough from the verbal battering that accompanies the President of the United States. Nevertheless I found sleep…
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“A meter beating time…a strange form of knowledge..” These words from The Postmodern Condition: A Report on Knowledge came to mind while reflecting upon our nine month old grand daughter’s response to the rock tune by Journey, “Any Way You Want It.” When the evening meal was finished yesterday, I selected a rock station…
It is society, our tame, mediocre, gelded society, in which a natural human being, who comes from the mountains or from the adventures of the sea, necessarily degenerates into a criminal. — excerpt Twilight of the Idols, Skirmishes of an Untimely Man, by Friedrich Nietzsche p. 110 Another day, a predictable concatenation of events,…
My Ancestors – immigrated from Britain to escape religious persecution, intending to found a city set-on-a-hill, or paradise, which is another way of putting it. In the haste to flee persecution, we overlooked our streak of self-righteousness which we inadvertently transported to the “new” world. Early in our settlement in Massachusetts we had a…
I woke and read that the President and his wife have tested positive for coronavirus. She says that she feels fine. Of course the NY Times Morning report mentioned well wishes received from many world leaders. I am not so sympathetic. Given the presidents attitude of disdain for social distancing, for wearing a mask,…
The Balrog reached the bridge. Gandalf stood in the middle of the span, leaning on the staff in his left hand, but in his other hand Glamdring gleamed, cold and white. His enemy halted again, facing him, and the shadow about it reached out like two vast wings. It raised the whip, and the…
We discussed Buddhist principles last night. That is, we worked at re-training our minds to process a way of thinking. We’re habituated to think that life is basically problem solving, according to widely accepted principles of cause and effect logic. Major principle, minor principle then the conclusion follows: problem solved. If “the problem” presented…
A friend reached out to me, inquiring of my thoughts on treatment options he had been presented for a recurrence of cancer. I briefly awakened at 3AM thinking about what I would say. Cancer is a serious illness, terminal if not treated. The overture for a philosophical response could not have been more pragmatic…
Silly me. Why should I write about this song? Perhaps an ironic silliness is my hold upon sanity? Never mind. In our discussion session on Buddhist philosophy, we mused together about the few possessions owned by those most intent upon practicing the prescripts of the Buddha’s message. A monk owns a saffron robe or…
