Decisions cut across time. We never make a decision that stays put and does not travel somewhere–upward, downward, outward, inward–after it is made. Decisions are made to move, to move us, to move the world, and to keep moving themselves. So the incision of decisions regards not only the cutting away of other options but…More
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her stillness made me heave
Every being demands attention, and every being is a vortexMore
Let Him Be, Let Him In
What to do about this uncanniest of guestsMore
Careful–or not
Careful–or not. You don’t be careful, you’re going to wind up dead. Every time Grandma spoke to me like that, I tried to show her that I still cared about my life and that I was not reckless. But she was right, I would end up dead…in fact, I did end up dead; that’s how…More
Internet, Friends
“which of you is capable of friendship?” – ZarathustraMore
Enough, or, Let Them Be
The author of the world put down his pen and said Enough! I have had enough of this, since it goes on ever in the same way. Just a little change, the tiniest change, would do some good, it would do a world of good! So he got out his tool kit and contemplated to…More
Far-Flung and -Flying Cages
On life, our thoughts and our trying to write themMore
Now we live in a world where hope is gone
…a hope that is…is no hope at all….More
Poetry and the Idea
Does poetry relate to the idea? Yes, as far as the idea is force all poetry, and always, relates to it, as speaking out is a force and, like ideas, is effective in the world around it, the world of forces. What the idea is besides this force, or as this force, is of course…More
When the madman finally made it home
Sometimes we mistake a shadow for what is alive. Sometimes we mistake the living for a shadow.More
On Socrates’ intentions
On Socrates’ intentions. What did Socrates intend not to do above all? He intended not to disregard a gift with which nothing can be made, not even a clear idea of wisdom or holiness. A useless, utterly useless, if divine, gift. Perhaps a divine gift as much as the stings of a horsefly are divine…More
Work…Now?
Who wants to go to work?More
Sick
I am sick. I hope you are, too.More
The Forever of Joy
Sorrow tells us what we want to hear, that the world is small and shall become smaller, that it will shrink even more than it is shrunken now, fold into innumerable wrinkles like a compressed apricot pit, compressed to the size of a mustard grain. We want to hear it because sadness makes the world…More
A.I. Wondering
Some people worry that artificial intelligence will make us feel inferior, but then, anybody in his right mind should have an inferiority complex every time he looks at a flower. Alan Kay We can be sure that everything that encourages our participation on the internet today is somehow contributing to the development and further refining…More