No question that instrumental rationality is the heartbeat of our time. Science gave us the industrial age, — the telegraph, railroads, automobiles, radios, television, industrialized warfare, the hydrogen bomb…. There is no need to go on. The industrial age has been eclipsed by the age of communication made possible by hyper miniaturized solid state…
Sunday can be a day of reflection, a generally recognized, if little practiced “time out” day. Monday through Saturday, the other six days of the week are pure hustle. The organism of society and economy is in “fast forward” mode, and a majority of us have a defined role which we play, mainly out…
“Where to from here?” is the question that I always ask. Not every one asks, as many are content to remain where they presently are. Why the difference? Upbringing is often mentioned as the decisive factor in the orientation of the individual. What about upbringing? Why not include the physical and emotional upbringing of…
Another Friday morning at Starbucks, and as on any day, a majority of patrons walk in, scarcely looking up from the small iPhone screen held in their hand. A beverage order has been placed by means of the device, and paid for prior to their arrival at the serving counter. All that remains is…
The love of humanity is not a self sufficient force or one that has a direct efficacy. …as every teacher knows you cannot prevail over egoism by recommending “altruism.” — excerpt The Two Sources of Morality and Religion By Henri Bergson p. 36
Truly great artists—- the ones that shape the zeitgeist— have the bravery to take themselves seriously. Never irony —- honesty is the coin of their realm. The willingness to look a fool. The audacity to be earnest. The confidence to be vulnerable. Cynicism comes cheap in the postmodern era, but you get what you…
Another thought provoking discussion. This one considered the work of Martin Heidegger and William Faulkner. Both men, one a metaphysician, and the other a writer of fiction offered a lifetime’s worth of caution, of alarm about what we are doing to Nature. Faulker writes of the last of the large game, an old bear…
Yesterday was my son’s 42nd birthday. The family gathered at the house for a celebration. Another year together is a cause for celebration. There was a fine meal with some of my son’s favorite foods, and of course an ice-cream birthday cake. As aspect of the afternoon was a frog hunting expedition along the…
First some good news! I indicated in yesterday’s post that the young rabbit that is living in our backyard may have joined the circle of life. By that I mean the predator-prey relationship. The vegetarian rabbit is prey for larger carnivores. The rabbit that I have named Percival is still around! One day at…
Original Poem (Dowson, 1890) They are not long, the weeping and the laughter, Love and desire and hate; I think they have no portion in us after We pass the gate. They are not long, the days of wine and roses, Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for a while, then closes…
