God is a thought —a thought that makes all that is straight crooked, and all that is standing reel. What !? Time negated, and all time bound beings, dying, would be but a lie? To think such is giddiness and vertigo to human limbs, and even vomiting to the stomach; truly a reeling sickness…
If you love music, you already know that when you feel down, a sad song is just the medicine, the relief that you need. This one by the Eagles, brings back memories. The more miles that one has under one’s belt, the more clear the truth conveyed by the lyric. Old Heraclitus came to…
Where to from here? What are we to do? To sharpen the point, what am I to do? We are to suffer the impact of problems so large and so complex that they defy expert understanding, problems so great in scale that no reasonable solution is apparent. These “problems” are the outcome of ratiocination,…
My wife who is likely my most consistent reader, suggested that I draw a shorter line between the Iditarod-Alaska article and the quotation from Martin Heidegger. I knew she was right. She said out loud, what my inner voice of instinct already was saying. The weather conditions in Alaska, the effect of a shift…
ANCHORAGE — A few miles and a few days from this weekend’s start of the Iditarod sled dog race, a glaciologist named Shad O’Neel stood in his sun-drenched office at the United States Geological Survey, talking about climate change. The walls displayed striking before-and-after photographs of the Columbia Glacier and others in Alaska. Even…
I continue to read about technology. I finished the essay which is to serve as basis for our coming Tuesday evening discussion. I am nearing the finish of another essay by Martin Heidegger, The Question Concerning Technology. This essay was first delivered to The Bavarian Academy of Fine Arts, on November 18, 1953. I…
Every occasion for whatever passes beyond the nonpresent and goes forward into presencing is poiesis, bringing forth. —excerpt Symposium (205b) by Plato Last night we met friends for dinner at The Green Door, a restaurant in Libertyville. A first visit to any smallish, bar-bistro on a Saturday evening is an adventure. There is the…
An early memory of my childhood was my beloved hatchet. I remember the heft of the sharpened blade in my hands— which lead to many adventures, and problem solving lessons. In the woods, which were in close proximity to my house, I chopped down small pine trees, and used the limbs to build shady…
The idea came that I could risk to write about women. Writing about women as a man, especially when read by women is certain to provoke push-back. Men never get away with opining about women unless they are speaking to men. Within Nietzsche’s work Thus Spake Zarathustra, is a meditation entitled, Old and Young…
Thursday morning, another single-digit day of winter cold. The first day of spring is just a few days away,–March 20th. Surreal! No more surreal than the early broadcast of today’s news on NPR. The much ballyhooed summit with the North Koreans reached a swift end with absolutely nothing achieved. Imagine asking the North Koreans…
