Saturday, March 10, 2018


The They (das Man), Martin Heidegger writes, threatens.
Publicness (Offentlichkeit), Averageness, mediocrity (Durchschnittlichkeit):
Common talking (Gerede), Scribbling (Geschriebe), Curiosity (Neugier).
               (—in Introducing Heidegger, A Graphic Guide, by Jeff Collins and Howard Selina)
The New York Times runs a profile of a man in Ohio who has not listened to, read, or spoken about any news whatsoever since Election Day, November 2016. He knows nothing about the current administration, the Mueller investigation, the whole oddity of accusation and counter-rhetoric.

Is that Ohio man better off not knowing? Is the common square better off experiencing the carnival sideshow of unraveling ordinariness?

Is authentic nescience the not knowing of what is inauthentic knowledge?

The man in the hospice bed might no longer care about the news. One breath after the other.

Everything on cable is ‘breaking news’

We are being broken by the news.

They . . . leave us in pieces.

we are gathered here

in 3 minutes

silent sitting

for whole world

here and beyond


in one


Friday, March 09, 2018

is Christ

The issue is not very interesting anymore.

But here’s a response to the question asked — Why aren’t women priests in the Catholic Church?

Yes, Jesus was a man. Is Christ?
The eternal Logos, it is said, is the spirit & energy of God’s creative manifestation realized throughout time, materiality, & history.
An alter-Christus (another Christ) is what priests are called, not ‘another Jesus’.
Are women not Christian?

Thursday, March 08, 2018

the children

In Syria we see the failure of what used to be referred to as civilized man.

Look to Iran, Saudi Arabia, Russia, Yemen, Iraq, the US, and Afghanistan to show how civilization has stalled in prehistory when smashing heads signaled who had the power.

The children.

The children are killed.

The children are killed by men with no conscience.

Wednesday, March 07, 2018


Then there are the days when everything hurts.

Just that.

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

no one else

have you

ever seen


Monday, March 05, 2018

not born, not die

personality is not self

self is not mind

mind is not soul —

no-self, no-mind


no-birth, no-death

unborn Soul 

Sunday, March 04, 2018

nobody realizes this: there is nothing to see here

Of course. It is the fourth of March.

Something I wrote fifty years ago still tries to reveal itself to me.
Find your soul, musician
And you will be
What your hands’ eyes
Playfully see 
Tiring of the dreadful pornography of political soul-killing unceasing breaking news, I take refuge in sanctuary of paradoxical cloistered openness falling into interior boundless infinity.

Lone voice chants Salve Regina:
Salve, Regina, mater misericordiae:
Vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve.
Ad te clamamus, exsules, filii Hevae.
Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes
In hac lacrimarum valle.
Eia ergo, Advocata nostra,
Illos tuos misericordes oculos
Ad nos converte.
Et Jesum, benedictum fructum ventris tui,
nobis, post hoc exsilium ostende.
O clemens! O pia!
O dulcis Virgo Maria!
Hail, holy Queen, mother of mercy,
Our life, our sweetness, and our hope.
To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve.
To thee do we send up our sighs,
Mourning and weeping in this vale of tears.
Turn then, O most gracious Advocate,
Thine eyes of mercy towards us.
And after this, our exile,
Show unto us the blessed fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Bells ring. Tibetan clangs and tinkles suffuse sonorous drone of voice.

Cat kneads temporary resting space on legs. Dog requires body rub.

It is Sunday morning. Nothing requires its requisite stillness and quiet. World is going to end once these receptors called my human form gives up into what cannot be known.

Evagrius vistas, again.
Following Plato[14] and the later Aristotelian tradition,[15] Evagrius considers the soul to be tripartite, ruled (when all goes well) by the λογιστικόν or reasoning faculty,[16] which is chiefly responsible for developing the virtues of prudence, understanding and wisdom.[17] It rules over the παθητικόν, the portion of the soul subject to passion and the source of the ‘helpers’ of desire and indignation.[18] In this passage Evagrius depicts the energy of epithumia in its ideal state, ‘lovingly tending the sheep’. When exercised ‘according to nature’ the ἐπιθυμητικόν contributes the virtues of temperance, love, and continence.[19] Evagrius portrays thumos as protecting the sheep by driving away ‘wolf-like’ concepts: thus the θυμικόν should be the source of courage and patient endurance.[20]      Although Evagrius frequently employs the term ‘soul’ (ψυχή) as a synonym for ‘individual person’ or ‘inner self’, this term does not properly describe the deepest level of human personality. The true center and deepest level of human personality is the νοῦς or intellect, created in the image of God and capable of union with God.
Is that coffee hidden in beans in bag in kitchen waiting to unveil its scent?

Nobody realizes this!

And, for this realization, one is grateful.