“Where has God gone?” he cried.“I shall tell you.We have killed him – you and I.We are his murderers. But how have we done this? How were we able to drink up the sea?Who gave us the sponge to wipe away the entire horizon?What did we do when we unchained the earth from its…
Gods are nothingbut eternal bearers of meaning.They make the world meaningful and significant, make sense.They will tell us about the way things and events are related to each other,And these narrated connections create sense.Out of nothing, narration makes world.Full of gods means full of meaning, full of narration.The world becomes readable, like a picture.…everything…
Sunday morning is gray. There is a damp heaviness in the air. It is supposed to rain. Today if we do not receive a good rain, will some of the trees in my neighborhood, trees in my yard die? The drought has been prolonged, for most of the summer. Fall, a season of falling…
Today I purchased a vehicle. The Suzuki SX4 that has faithfully served me and afforded enjoyable driving has reach its end of service. After fourteen years and 170,000 miles, I offer my respect to the designers, engineers, and manufacturing workers at Suzuki Kabushiki-Kaisha, Hamamatsu, Japan. The product speaks eloquently for the company. Yesterday upon…
If I can struggle against a fit of depression,in the name of what vitality can I oppose an obsessionwhich belongs to me, which precedes me? In good health, I take the path I prefer;“sick,” it is no longer I who decide: it is my disease.For the obsessed, no choice:their obsession has already opted for…
Theoryis a primary,primordial decision,which determines what counts and what does not –what is or should be,and what does not matter. As a highly selective narration,it cuts a clearing of differentiationthrough untrodden terrain. — The Agony of Eros by Byung-Chul Han Ahh, theory is the crux of the matter is it not !? The prime…
You’ve got to be kidding. Not more on religion… But I have to — because I am not finished. There is much at stake. To risk overstating the matter, — “the survival of humanity!” At least that is how it seems from my vantage point. I know that I am the least likely in…
“Alice laughed. ‘There’s no use trying,’ she said. ‘One can’t believe impossible things.’ I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again!” —…
When modes of expression are worn out art tends toward non-sense, toward a private and incommunicable universe. An intelligible shudder, whether in painting, in music, or in poetry, strikes us, and rightly, as vulgar or out-of-date. The public will soon disappear; art will follow shortly. A civilization which began with the cathedrals has to…
A friend sent me an article by David Brooks, published in the September issue of The Atlantic, How the Bobos Broke America Brooks uses his incisive analytical skills, a deft facility with language to outline the rise of the Creative Class to the apex of the pecking order of American influence, and a rising simmer…
