And so it begins! Year by year as the denouement of Christmas Eve nears, I dedicate myself to make sense of the nativity story. God-in-a-manger, stated baldly. I have not attended a worship service on Sunday morning in years so I can hardly be considered “a believer.” Nevertheless I am compelled to revisit the…
Saturday, I have permission to drive subsequent to the heart procedure. I returned to Starbucks. When I reflect, words to describe my feelings come with difficulty, the irregular heartbeat has been eliminated with a minimum of disruption to my life. A “Christmas miracle,” a credit to a host of individuals, especially to those no…
Desperately, I work, seeking the unity of man and the world! On coordinated levels of knowledge, political action, and limitless contemplation! I have to go back to this truth: that life implicates a beyond of light, of beloved chance. My madness—or rather my extreme wisdom— nevertheless reveals this to me: this beloved chance had…
An infinite possibility flowsfrom the multitude of life’s difficulties:We attribute the feeling of the impossible that dominates usto those difficulties that get in the way! If existence is intolerable, we think,it is because some specific wrong has lead us astray. And we struggle against this wrong.The impossible is lifted if the struggle is possible….
And if it so happens that someone sees chance beside me, that chance should be taken! It is not my chance, it belongs to whoever takes it. No one can grasp it any more than I can. Nothing about it can be known, but it can be taken. But who can see it without…
Anticipating the gathering of a circle of friends tonight, for a holiday social. A portion of the day will be dedicated to completing projects of final preparation. The guests are fellow travelers. I need company, others with whom to share the risk of thinking-out-loud. To think out loud is one description of philosophy. To…
And how many new ideals are, at bottom, still possible! —Here is a new ideal I stumble upon once every five weeks in a wild and lonely walk, in an azure moment of sinful happiness. to spend one’s life amid delicate and absurd things; a stranger to reality; half an artist, half a bird…
Saturday morning and the day is cold. Early December’s days oscillate between mild 50s and frigid lows of mornings in the low teens. Like life. A shuttle between opposites… This morning, a short drive from Batavia to the Geneva Starbucks a tune by AC/DC, Highway to Hell played on the radio. The song, another…
Friday is gray overcast, the temperature mild, and the day is windy. Change is always on the playbill. Why not welcome another harbinger of winter? Reading On Nietzsche by Georges Bataille, I am captivated by the author’s analysis of the trajectory of a life, in the light of a relationship, or relationships of maximum…
On a state designated by a shorthand name, (impalement), I am writing these few lines in the form of a theme for meditation: I imagine: an object of attraction. The flame Shining and light Consuming itself in itself Annihilating itself And in this way revealing emptiness, The identity of the attraction, Of that which…
