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Existence is not much good without Essence
What do you do on your last day anywhere? What can you do if you’re not sure you’ll ever be back? At my age I’m faced with that dilemma more and more. Not to seem too Sartrean or anything, but it is what it is. He says that ‘existence precedes essence’: you cannot make something…
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Evil is simply Good tortured by its own thirst
I suppose it shouldn’t be a complete surprise that ugliness came to symbolize vice -at least in Renaissance Art. And for some people, perhaps there’s something a bit Schadenfreudish in it: that those people whose very appearance revolts them are receiving their imagined just rewards, and that, on the other hand, beauty should not be…
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Conceal me what I am, and be my aid for such disguise as haply shall become the form of my intent.
I realize that someone in his autumn leaf like me should be able to zero in on his identity fairly easily; there has been ample time to consider the question. But the trouble is there are still a few leaves left clinging to my branches as if their lives depended on it. So which to…
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How well he’s read, to reason against reading!
If Age teaches us anything, it’s that knowledge must be analysed before it is applied. There’s a Goldilocks’ Zone: too little and it might be misinterpreted; too much and it might be misused. I suppose that Wisdom is the ability to find the correct balance. Perhaps the best way lies in examining the way it…
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Oh, speak again of the day you’ve had
I’ve always been a dog person I think; I love all animals, but dogs are special to me: they are curious about the world outside their yards -their territories. I mean for them, everything seems to leave a scent, or at least a mark as they travel through the park or neighbourhood where they are…
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It is in the ocean that the river will realize it is not disappearing but becoming the ocean
There are some things I just can’t prove: that I am in pain, for example, and that it ebbs and flows like waves on the ocean. How would anybody know for sure, unless they were inflicting it, that it is pain that I am feeling -not something else? Let’s face it, I am the only…
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When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance
I wonder whether kids are growing up too quickly nowadays; I waited until retirement to fully engage with what it meant to be alive, I think. But even now, my questions are personal; I can’t remember seriously canvassing others about Death except maybe late at night in university dorms after a few beers. I certainly…
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