“Sin” is a tawdry, toxic concept. We’d all be better off, had we not been handed this sticky, absurd contradiction. It is the accusation, the indictment that one is irremediably, morally flawed. One is biased in favor of preservation of the life-force with which one awakens in this world. I know, my description highlights…
We are like shop-windows, where we ourselves are constantly arranging, concealing, or setting in the foreground those supposed qualities which others attribute to us —in order to deceive ourselves. The Dawn of Day* by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans. by J. M. Kennedy, aphorism 385 *There are many dawns which have yet to shed their light.—RIG-VEDA…
Years pass, many books read, lectures, conversations held. I feel unease about my points of view. It’s just that I am the beneficiary of others, the writers, Professors, the friends who have contributed their minds, their passions. All became components, a composition of the sense of reality that I “call” my own. I suspect…
Yesterday I read about an essay by Joan Westenberg. I clicked the link, read the essay and resonated with her words. I have excerpted some of it here. It just seems timely to pass on these good words. To read the eight minute essay, CLICK HERE. We are choking on cynicism. Hope is…
Like you I struggle to regain emotional equilibrium in the aftermath of the expressed will of the majority of my countrymen to cede the next four years of the Presidency to a con-man entertainer, to a life-long molester of females, to an insurrectionist. The White House, both houses of Congress, and the Supreme Court…
In the midst ofthe ocean of becomingwe adventurers and birds of passagewake up on an island no larger than a small boat,and herewe look round us for a momentwith as much haste and curiosity as possible; for how quicklymay some gale blow us awayor some wave sweep over the little islandand leave nothing of…
One of my objectives upon retiring is to read the great works of Homer, the Iliad and the Odyssey. I have purchased several translations with this in mind. These tales remain a cornerstone of culture. Even in Plato’s day the bronze age saga of the great war between the Greeks and Troy was ancient….
HOW OFTEN! HOW UNEXPECTED! How may married men have some morning awakened to the fact that their young wife is dull, although she thinks quite the contrary! not to speak of those wives whose flesh is willing but whose intellect is weak! — aphorism 276 DANGER IN BEAUTY. This woman is beautiful and intelligent:…
Thanksgiving day. This day has become a tradition, since President Lincoln’s speech in 1863. Lincoln invoked God, suggesting that the “day of feasting” along with a collective attitude of thanksgiving might nudge the divinity to hasten a conclusion to the slaughter, destruction, and deprivation of the War Between the States. Check it out for…
The quoted segment explores the labyrinthine, puzzle-like nature of art, – whether poetry or theater, or music, or perhaps of painting or of sculpture. Imagine yourself in a gallery, or in an artist’s studio and you are surrounded by an array of paintings, or perhaps by sculpture. Each work is a portal into the…
