Today I was at the crossing point of an email conversation between two friends. It was as if I were standing on a curb before a cross walk at a busy intersection. Two vehicles approach at speed limit velocity, each at right angles to the other. Each driver is oblivious to the other, and…
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…
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…
I’ve almost finished watching Endgame by Samuel Beckett. The play is my sole exposure to Beckett. I knew of his reputation as a playwright. I was asked why I chose this play. I wanted to take a “deep dive” into waters which required that I swim or else fail. “Drown” is the term, isn’t…
Say: I am real, this is real, the world is real, and nobody laughs. But say: this is a simulacrum*, you are only a simulacrum, this war is a simulacrum, and everybody bursts out laughing. With a condescending and yellow laughter, or perhaps a convulsive one, as if it was a childish joke or…
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…
‘ I receive a weekly email newsletter from Professor Scott Galloway. Galloway is a professor in the New York University Stern School of Business. He is a podcast host, and entrepreneur. The professor is philosophically astute, able to see the “big picture.” For today I will excerpt some of Galloway’s words from his No…
THE SOIL…is the great connector of lives,the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by whichdisease passes into health, age into youth,death into life. Without proper care for it we can have nocommunity, because without proper carefor it we can have no life. — Wendell Berry
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…
It is midweek, Wednesday. Today I have a early appointment with my primary care physician. I will be cleared for surgery on Wednesday of the coming week. My eyesight is in need of surgical attention, the consequences of age and diabetes. I did not understand the meaning of having a body that is subject…
