I take as true and interesting the following statement of Erich Fromm: There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet, which fails so regularly, as love. If this were the case with any other activity, people would be eager to know the reasons for the [...]
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Erich Fromm’s Art of Loving.
14-Dec-10Divine Mercy.
14-Jun-10Incredible readings in Church today, and relevant to the moment. The sin of David with Uriah (I must confess I think about this story all the time, since Jung pointed out to me that Uriah is a figure of Christ), Paul’s letter to the Galatians (always amazing), and the following from the Gospel, on the [...]
More Tolstoy.
23-Mar-10“The railroad is to travel what the whore is to love. Just as comfortable, and just as horribly mechanical and fatally monotonous.” – Tolstoy, in a letter to Turgenev. ! This man’s capacity to shock and horrify me – while being ever-so-civilized – never seems to end. Calling whores “monotonous”!
Virginia Brown.
11-Mar-10A really lovely tribute to a lady and a scholar, by her husband. Her story is as remarkable as she was: She had grown up in Lake Providence, Louisiana, a small town in the northeast of the state near the Arkansas border, in what was and still is the poorest county in the United States. [...]
You can understand the reasoning behind some of these customs of the Sacae (according to Aelian): “The horses of the Sacae, when they lose their master, wait for him to jump on again. If someone wishes to marry a girl, he fights her in single combat. And if she proves the stronger she leads him [...]
The Great Recession II.
07-Dec-09On my way back up to the cabin, I stopped at the supermarket in Monticello. I got out of my truck but realized I forgot my plastic bags – I typically reuse them – and went back. I was fumbling around inside the truck, as I don’t have things very organized, and was surprised by [...]
Love and Being Loved.
06-Nov-11The rest of this poem is nothing special to me, but I was very affected by these lines of Philip Larkin: In everyone there sleeps A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make By loving others, but across most it sweeps As all they might have [...]