Doing philosophy by telling stories
And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love. - I am in many respects a somewhat broken man. I say this, for once, without shame, without self-loathing or sadness or anger. I say it as a simple truth. What do I mean
Like some odd and very painful boomerang, my crisis of meaning kept returning.
On 7th May, Rahi had his third birthday. My mum, Anni, and I prepared things, and when he came out in the morning there were candles and balloons, chocolate cake with strawberries on top, the table strewn with cards and presents. He was so excited! He smiled at the table,
The mountain spring has dried up.
What do we expect peak experience to feel like?
Simple needs, human needs - genuine human needs. But what is this word genuine and what does it have to do with need?
I doubt that you've noticed, but I certainly have - I haven't written to you in two weeks. I'm finding it hard to write at the moment. I'm not sure why, but I can't find the place from where the
These words have been present in me today. Over and over again they arise, a gentle repetitive rhythm … love, and do as you please.
“Our only trouble,” thought Pahóm, “is that we haven’t land enough. If I had plenty of land, I shouldn’t fear the Devil himself.”
I have had two weeks off, and the world has seemed to join me in taking a break. Empty streets and shuttered shops, fathers playing with their children in the woods, houses glowing lightly against the falling darkness. Freedom from the usual round of obligations, from the rhythms of the
Someone I love is suffering, wrote a friend. What can philosophy tell me about my responsibilities to help them?
Alles ist gut wie es ist, said the stillness. Everything is good as it is.