A few days ago, at the park near our house, I stopped and sat on a bench. I point this out because it is highly irregular for me. I wasn’t tired, I had no book with me, no tablet in which to write, ergo, no reason to stop. Only there was a bench, the bench… Read More On Serenity, Striving, and Shall We Gather at the River
I was thinking about Beauty the other day — that’s Beauty with a capital B — when that Byron piece popped into my head: She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes… Read More Thoughts on Beauty, Pigeons, and Persian Cats
Last week in an article in the New York Times, columnist Laura Collins Hughes referred to a recent performance of Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar. No, not that performance. The one Hughes spoke of was at an all-girls high school. Not only were all the roles played by girls, the word “man” was changed to “girl” throughout… Read More On Philosophy, Pronouns, and Stoic Women
So you believe there is no meaning to life, everything is random and there is no purpose. What’s the harm if, just for today… You marvel at the miracle of life? You give thanks for each passing breath. What’s the harm if, just for today…
Beings how I scheduled this post ahead of time, I have no idea how the election turned out. Therefore, I shall make a prediction. I predict, The sun rose today The birds sang The neighbor’s dog pooped in my yard One more thing that’s fairly safe to predict: No matter who won, the other side… Read More The Election is Over; It’s Time for Philosophy and Cookies
Feeding on Folly 