What's In A Name?

Maybe I enjoy not-being as much as being who I am. Maybe it's time for me to practice growing old. The way I look at it, I'm passing through a phase: gradually I'm changing into a word. Whatever you choose to claim of me is always yours; nothing is truly…

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Why Is Life Worth Living?

Why is life worth living? Okay, for me, I would say...well, Groucho Marx, to name one thing, and Willie Mays and the second movement of the Jupiter Symphony and Louis Armstrong's recording of 'Potato Head Blues', and um, Swedish movies, naturally. Sentimental Education by Flaubert, Marlon Brando, Frank Sinatra…

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The Knock At The Door

The truest philosophy, is not to long for anything in particular, but to accept everything as it comes, and find out the reason of it coming. - Marie Corelli The unexpected knock at the door awakened me from a late afternoon nap. I heard your voice call my name but…

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This Love That I'm Feeling

There is no less or greater in an absolute thing. All or nothing at all, the true lover says, and that's the truth of it. My love will never die, he says. He claims eternity. And rightly. How can it die when it is life itself? What do we know…

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Land Of The Free?

We are moving toward an oligarchy society where a relatively small handful of the rich decide, with their money, who will run, who will win, and how they will govern. The defenders of the present system will fight hard to hold on to their privilege, and they write the rules…

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Attention

So many things fail to interest us, simply because they don't find in us enough surfaces on which to live, and what we have to do then is to increase the number of planes in our mind, so that a much larger number of themes can find a place in…

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StoryTelling

Who are we, if not measured by our impact on others? That's who we are! We're not who we say we are, we're not who we want to be — we are the sum of the influence we have, in our lives, on others. —Neil deGrasse Tyson Life is a continuum…

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Hope

Hope itself is a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords; but, like all other pleasures immoderately enjoyed, the excesses of hope must be expiated by pain. —Samuel Johnson The pumpkin vine slowly crept upwards into the papaya tree. It was unsure if the papaya…

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