Shhhh! … Listen!
Shhhh! Listen. Who are you, who am I? We grow confused, or are born that way. Not precisely, but for …
Shhhh! Listen. Who are you, who am I? We grow confused, or are born that way. Not precisely, but for …
It’s been awhile, again. A pause for the cause you might say. I’ve been poring back over Joyce’s Dubliners and …
“There is no beginning, no middle, no end, no suspense, no moral, no causes, no effects. What we love in …
“Here, strangely clear yet enigmatic still, we have a duel significance of all living happenings—on the one hand we sense …
“There is a wondrous music of the spheres which wills to be heard and which a few of our deepest …
It’s us against them…. Or so we’ve been led to believe. It’s in our nature, our makeup. Hardwired, if you …
‘“Mankind,” however, has no aim, no idea, no plan, any more than the family of butterflies or orchids.’—Oswald Spengler, Decline …
A fictional character of mine who has yet to see the light of day hangs out here at the Cafe …
Reflecting on the decreasing frequency of posts here at the Cafe in spite of an increase in the amount of …
It was my first time to a Buddhist temple. Service was scheduled for 10 and I made sure to arrive …