No other work has inspired so many re-reads for me, and a re-read is expensive given how long the list of books-in-waiting.
We find ourselves living on a different planet without ever having left earth.
I reread some parts of Dune by Frank Herbert not too long ago. The novel was hugely formative for me...
A cup of coffee is my expected morning's pleasure. I make it the same way every time. Some mornings it satisfies only...
"...Walking, reading, writing, and I must add helping. Some form of service. Walking, reading, writing, helping..."
I’ve decided I’m going to take on a series of longer book reads in my routine and use them as a way to work on improving my concentration...
Another benefit of living a minimalist lifestyle, is that when you have a "Why did I come in here?" moment, a quick glance around the room usually solves the mystery.
I seem to have made myself a special day for having just read Letters to a Young Poet. Full of wisdom and thought provoking ideas on art and the nature/benefits of solitude. Also unexpected expositions on sex and sexuality.
Loved The Letter from the Young Worker which ends the book. The idea (if you are inclined toward the divine) that one should not let Christianity separate you from God.
Was our constitution really this fragile? Yes.
Why has it not collapsed before now then?
Because we used to have control over our own avarice. We fought to preserve its tenets.
No longer. We have become complacent, weak, and fearful.
The constitution hasn't changed. We have. The institutions and safeguards we created only worked when we weren't so craven as to allow criminals to subvert them.
Otherwise, Elon Musk would have been dragged out of the building in cuffs, and if he managed to survive the wrath of the people, he'd be the one in Guantanamo. Trump would be losing his 3rd impeachment battle and most importantly, the politicians who were supposed to be on the side of the people would be on busses back to their home states, their heads hung in shame.
I had a "How I quit worrying and learned to love the bomb" moment last night. Better now, back to my usual level of worrying. Still ready to resist.
It wasn’t until well into adulthood that I began to put all the clues together. By the time I was...
My daughter is now on her third ‘Razor’ scooter...