Transcendence is not the special religious accomplishment of the spiritual elite; it is the constitutive characteristic of the human being as such, soul and body.
Long ago, Socrates argued that the unexamined life is not worth living. He had to make that argument, he felt compelled to bring it to our attention, because—in his time as in ours—the unexamined life is the default.
Passion is a negative indicator of fulfillment. What I am passionate about is more properly marked by what I am willing to suffer in order to create or to contribute to some good that I value highly.
The mind and the heart are not such separate faculties as we often presume.
Memento mori: “remember that you will die”. This has long been the rallying cry of philosophy.
We do not see the super-abundant, saturated, breath-taking, awe-inspiring, fiery fullness of the heavens. What once was a palpable presence has now become a silent absence.
What I do—that activity which most fundamentally characterizes me as the living human being that I am—is to dwell in the world in a more-or-less mindful way. The more I mind, the more I truly live.
Our work, our conversation, our lives, take place within the more encompassing song of the cicadas.
“Anything that we can destroy but are unable to make is, in a sense, sacred, and all our ‘explanations’ of it do not really explain anything.”
The face is an astonishing thing. We might say that the face is the body at its most revelatory.