The practice of living in unreality consists of three sub-practices: Denying real reality. Bingeing on pseudo-reality. And adopting a myth.
Did a long-ago collapse of civilizations portend our future?
My daughter called herself Dark White Wolf, and when I was a child, I had an imaginary companion — a second self — whom I brought to the dinner table with me. Nobody was allowed to sit in my doppelgänger’s chair.
Nothing explains everything, but some things explain a lot.
In each life, hovering behind the facade or maybe in plain sight, something important may await discovery, something that words can only approximate.
What sort of personal meaning can any of us extract from the current state of religious affairs, which is very strange?
Those of us who wish to follow a spiritual path cannot ignore the malevolent policies of our government.
I met my first hitchhiking truck driver one morning on a freeway near Columbus, Ohio.
Believing in a real self would be easier if the self were not so inconsistent.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve celebrate the three great indulgences of our culture: overeating, overspending, and getting overly intoxicated. The unifying theme is excess.
Maybe Bokonon had a point. Bokonon, for those not familiar, is a character in Kurt Vonnegut’s 1963 novel Cat’s Cradle. On a fictional Caribbean island, a holy man lives in the mountains. … Continue reading →
Hit the gas pedal and go.
As someone who in fact aced the SAT and similar tests — but who then goofed off probably more than he should’ve at a fine university, and who in adult life has displayed episodes of colossal stupidity — I would not trust any attempt to put a number on a person’s intelligence.
The Valley of Fire, northeast of Vegas, is a maze of canyons and towering rock formations in hues from yellow to red…. And on some of those, Indigenous people 2,000 to 4,000 years ago scraped figures and shapes into the varnish.