In the midst of my daily neurosis, as characterized by incessant thinking, scheming and analyzing, my eyes lay hold of a child. My attention is arrested. This petite human being cradles a found object in her cupped hands.Read More
If the self is an illusion, does that mean that authenticity or, to be true-to-oneself is a meaningless concept?Read More
I am not sure that I exist. I am sure of existence itself, but I… what is I?Read More
As you grow older, though, you recognize that everything is in a perpetual state of flux. Your boat is always leaking, you are always bailing water. Your health is always put in question. You are always responding to a barrage of challenges, problems, successes, losses, thoughts, choices, tastes, smells, sights, sounds, emotions that start to change as soon as it arrives.
The more you strive to preserve a pleasurable feeling, the more you realize that your ineffectual efforts are lost before it ever began.Read More
What did you do to deserve where you were born? Did you choose the U.S. over North Korea? Paris over Riyadh? What did you do to deserve the parents whom you were born to? What about the school you attended or the teachers you were subjected to?
The answer to all of these factors is an emphatic, ‘Nothing’.Read More
Who are you? You can answer with your name. But that’s merely the word by which you are called.
You can say that you are an engineer or artist. But that indicates what you do, or describes your career.Read More