Life is a matter of values. The thrust of one’s life is a matter of one’s aims. Purposes which one has chosen together, constitute the meaning of an individual’s life. Each has the opportunity to choose, to endorse the path that he or she takes. A few of the options offered by our post-industrial,…
Saturday is the beginning of the long weekend, culminating in Memorial Day on Monday. Memorial Day is set aside to remember our war dead. The last war to defend the country from attack was World War II. The others since have been “botique wars” conducted by politicians to assert our interests; Korea, Vietnam, Iraq,…
This morning I was delighted to locate on my shelf a text book from my college days. I was introduced to the words of the Tao te Ching from A Source Book In Chinese Philosophy by Wing-Tsit Chan. I’ve not opened the book in many years. Finding it was like receiving a phone call…
What a session last night at Starbucks. At least fifteen of us were seated around a table of a size to accommodate ten people. The room was echoing with voices, with the cacophony of the cappuccino machine used by the baristas. Nevertheless the group intently listened to chosen readings from the Tao te Ching. …
The Tao doesn’t take sides; it gives birth to both good and evil. The Master doesn’t take sides; she welcomes both saints and sinners. The Tao is like a bellows; it is empty yet infinitely capable. The more you use it, the more it produces; the more you talk of it, the less you…
One of many useful gifts that I received from grad school is the habit of taking notes in a pocket-sized moleskin notebook. I record memorable statements, questions, and especially outrageous exclamations that I happen upon in my reading. As a result of much reading I have filled seven or eight of these notebooks with…
So how is it going? You know, that pursuit of happiness? Was it genius or was it a touch of madness for Jefferson to have inserted “that” (happiness) into the Declaration of Independence? Is there anything more unstable than happiness? Happiness is not up to me for a starter. Today I plan some actions…
I finished reading the essay The Iliad or the Poem of Force written in 1943 by Simone Weil. The essay and other similar works are preparation for my commitment to read the Iliad by Homer. The more I’ve learned of the ancient Greeks, the greater my desire to read Homers great poem. This text was…
A copy of Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse was given to me by a good friend. I finished the story a few days ago. I read it once before over 30 years ago. Hesse’s story is life changing, similar to T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets. A copy of the Four Quartets is in my brief…
Love is never abstract. it does not adhere to the universe or the planet or the nation or the institution or the profession, but to the singular sparrows of the street, the lilies of the field, “the least of these my bretheren.” Love is not, by its own desire, heroic. It is heroic only…
