Why wouldn’t there be as many real worlds as there are imaginary ones?Why would there be only one real world?Why such a mode of exception? In reality, the notion of a real world existing among all other possible worlds is unimaginable.It is unthinkable, except perhaps as a dangerous superstition. We must stay away from…
Our discussion topic last night was a question with three words: “What is life?“ Thoughts have come to mind about this intriguing question that I wish to express. In the course of wrestling with the topic last night one of our members referenced the famous lines of Shakespeare from Macbeth, Act V, Scene V,…
Tuesday, and I plan to have lunch with a friend. Later in the day, I hope to meet another friend for coffee at Starbucks. Can I imagine a more agreeable day? It gets better. In the evening, I will join a group of old friends via Zoom to discuss the topic, “What Is Life?” …
Easter recedes in the rear view mirror, or does it? It depends on your point of view. I viewed a youtube video of a worship service, a Good Friday service. You know, Good Friday is what we call the day when Jesus is forcibly removed from the street and made to stand trial for…
Yesterday we took a rare day-trip to Ottowa, Illinois. Ottowa is about an hour and a half south of Batavia, where the Fox River and the Illinois River meet. It is a once prosperous town in the middle of farming country. We enjoyed the drive, leaving behind the last of the tony suburbs with…
Wait, hasn’t that title already been taken? Who could forget that Jean Paul Sartre wrote the existentialist play Huis clos in 1944? I understand the technical meaning of the term is that of a conversation behind closed doors, a private conversation. Are there not things that one does not say out loud in public,…
Today is Tuesday. Retired, reminding myself that today is Tuesday. Without the rhythm of a workplace one can become disoriented as to one’s placement in time. Let’s face it, life is often disorienting. Circumstances can change in a “New York minute.” I like that phrase. It captures the visible and palpable flux of street…
Morning The first Saturday morning of spring was spent with a rake in hand, a wheelbarrow nearby. Our yard has a considerable lawn, and is surrounded by trees. Winter has left behind it’s quotient of small branches, twigs, and leaves under shrubbery. Raking these left overs, feeling the pulsations of the rake tines upon…
The word surfaces to consciousness, something that seldom comes. It means “silence” in Japanese. I’ve not thought of that word for many years. Saturday morning early, — viewing the frost covered ground in the backyard. Nothing is moving. The frost is the remains of winter’s grasp upon the ground. There is little traffic…
When I was younger I was fascinated by the city. I grew up in a what was then a small town in North Carolina. I remember riding my bike into town as a kid. The scale of a small town is dwarfed by that of a city. I have lived outside of Chicago for…
