A little poison now and then:that makes pleasant dreams.And much poison in the end,for a pleasant death. I cannot purge my mind of yesterday’s main news event. Trump hosted a spectacle in the outdoor Rose Garden, announcing a list of new tariffs that are to be applied to every trading partner. The tariffs were…
This is an old Buddhist prayer. May I traverse all my lives in the world free of afflictions and interfering forces, but poised to endure with equanimity if afflictions and interfering forces come — for the good of All May I ease suffering in the earth realms. May I help guide wanderers in ignorance…
Perhaps you’ve hazarded an attempt to express, to a dyed-in-the-wool, hard-right Republican partisan, why you think a humane society, a system that is set up to include everyone, — is best for everyone. I have. The outcome is similar to pivoting, only to smash your forehead into a concrete abutment. Nietzsche, in his prologue,…
A friend commented regarding the post of yesterday, that my anger was showing, a turbulence roiling the waters of mind and expression. Nevertheless I continue because what follows in the Nietzschean tale is important that we consider. Our leading character in this tale is Zarathustra, who by chance happens upon a gathering of townspeople…
Sunday morning is a springish cloudy day. I am at Starbucks again. The room is buzzing, overlapping conversations. Briefly speaking with two friends, – we are to join the demonstration planned for Saturday at the end of this week. We will meet in Geneva on the bridge over the Fox River to chant and…
I want to write another book. Laura insists that I get the first one published. She is right. Nevertheless I’d like to engage the fabulous fable penned by Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra. The story is surreal, a prescient foretelling, a projection of the course of the West. Zarathustra is a hermit-like individual whose season…
Unaccountably I woke an hour before the alarm. Better to get an early start on a Friday than to insist upon sleep, when already awake. So with ample time at Starbucks, I read a three page commentary that I found on the internet which treats Truth and Lies Beyond Morality. I regret that I…
Here we go again! It seems that yesterday’s train of thought is not finished. Hang on! There’s a sharp, banked curve just ahead! No apology for the roller coaster metaphor… The creative act is a moment of Becoming itself and thus entails the most intimate unity of an individual and actuality. In such a…
…the Artisten-Metaphysik suggeststhat individuals are alienatedfrom actuality, the synchronicity of the terms suffering, willing, and becomingimplies that the experience of alienationspeaks not so much to humanity’sisolation from actualitybut of the point ofits most intimate unionwith it: ‘This world is will to power — and nothing besides!And you yourselves are also this will to power…
It is Monday. Am I “in the groove” of a first work-day of the week? “Work” in my case no longer involves customers, employees, contractors, scheduling and profit. Where has destiny, the complicated twists and turns of circumstance, and of people led me, – what is “on my plate,” what I must do? That…
