Monthly Archives: December 2017
The Joy That Flies
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy He who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise … Continue reading
Not-so Divine Office
Sebastien-Roch-Nicolas Chamfort writes in his The Cynic’s Breviary (a title for which I might have been tempted to give a few months of my life in exchange for the privilege of having thought of it): “It is when their age of passions … Continue reading
Socrates at Home
This morning I read from Book VI in the Republic. (The mornings are for prayer, Plato, and possibly hangovers.) In speaking of the true philosopher, Socrates asks socratically, “Then how can he who has magnificence of mind and is the … Continue reading
Now That I Am like God, What Next?
This past semester I slowly worked my way through (a mountain of shitty essays and) Yuval Noah Harari’s Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow. This, by no means, is intended to serve as a review but rather as a summary … Continue reading
Non-being Makes Its Appearance
For the past few months I have been gingerly perusing works that, in their own idiosyncratic ways, make the case that human, namely, conscience-oriented, existence is a positive evil. I have looked into works such as E. M. Cioran’s The … Continue reading
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