Another satisfying morning at Starbucks. Often do I fail to notice how good life can be, just how lucky (another way of putting it) to be seated here with a cup of coffee in hand, conversing with a friend? Friendship is inestimable, a practice of presence, the exchange of words which reciprocally enlighten… The…
Joliet is a town, a small river town west of Chicago. In 1673, Louis Jolliet, along with Father Jacques Marquette, paddled up the Des Plaines River. The name reminds one of the history, what I mean is the indigenous people who once lived here, the Illinois native Americans, and the European French explorer for…
You have already grasped that Sisyphus is the absurd hero. He is, as much through his passions as through his torture. His scorn of the gods, his hatred of death, and his passion for life won him that unspeakable penalty in which the whole being is exerted toward accomplishing nothing. This is the price…
Didn’t post yesterday. Rare circumstances on occasion are more important than having something to say. Failing to add more words here causes no tremor in the fabric of the cosmos… The challenge of finding some good words to describe an emotional response, or to express an idea received from a writer more worthy than…
Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll published in 1865 has been overlooked. I hope to “catch up” with this widely recognized tale soon. Amazon offered a paperback copy for $2.95 and I expect the book to arrive sometime Friday. Time and space distortion is a feature of the story as I am given…
No post was attempted yesterday. At the time I would be writing I was being prepared for anesthesia, several hours of sleep, while a Cardiac Electrophysiology specialist treated a circuit malfunction of my heart that was causing an irregular heartbeat. The method used was indicative of a benefit of knowledge. For human beings knowledge…
Saturday evening, upon a friend’s recommendation we dined at Villa Verone in Geneva. The occasion for us was to celebrate fifty two years of partnership, a marriage which began in Japan. The year was 1970 and we both were 21 years old. We traveled to the city hall in our section of Tokyo to…
We cannot equal the empty sky that infinitely murders and annihilates us to the last man. I can only sadly say, of the necessity to which I submit, that it humanizes me, that it give me an undeniable dominion over things. I can however refuse to not see this as a sign of impotence….
All “communication” participates in suicide and crime. Funeral horror accompanies it, disgust is its sign. And in this light evil appears – as a source of life! By destroying in myself, in others, the integrity of being, I open myself to communion, I attain a moral summit. And the summit is not submission to,…
It’s called schadenfreude, a descriptive term for the satisfaction that wells up when someone else suffers misfortune. Confession: I felt schadenfreude while viewing the evening news’ depiction of the massive shoreline destruction, the result of the moon’s near orbit, of a high tide and the storm surge of hurricane Nicole’s wind lashed waves….
