A Little Hole in the Middle

It’s Sunday in July, in S______, 2018.

I’m on duty, in Chinatown, patrolling the plaza above the station, street level. I just spoke to the alcoholic, homeless author, who still manages to scrounge enough money Continue reading

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My private life:

My concentration is on three areas, two are more academic than the third (which will not be discussed here). Those two are language/literature and philosophy/history. Why do I designate these as duel topics? Language may be seen as a science: knowledge of language development, language learning, the speaking apparatus, and so on; or art, the spoken word, rhetoric, and writing. Continue reading

Awakened – In a room of my own

Friday, 22 September, 2017 – 01:08

How rare it is that I find myself awake at this hour, and not working. My mind is a ticking time bomb, and it has been stuffed away in a pressure cooker for over a year. You see, I come awake at night, but not in the talkative, jolly, intoxicated and social way. No. I awaken within, Continue reading

Thanksgiving, For What?

Wednesday, 23 November, 2016

Thanksgiving ~ Is a holiday, where we celebrate what we have to be thankful for. Is my mind so dark that I should think there is nothing to be thankful for? All the great thinkers have taught us, that our well-being in life is on our own shoulders to bear. We may practice a freedom from desire and carving, as the Buddha suggests. We may celebrate our struggles, living out the Greek tragedies. We may recognize our place and be content as a part of nature, as the followers of the Tao. Or perhaps we can embrace love, and find happiness and satisfaction in wishing, praying, and giving to others as the Mesopotamian prophets. Continue reading