Hammer your thoughts
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Words for a New Beginning
I remember the grainy start of a day, the light rotating on the clouds from the bottom-lit night orange to the dirty pink tops and faces, arranged behind the city silhouette somewhere near the origin of Parramatta road: the most primeval of Australian ways, the first of our journeys. [http:…
Atheism for the incorrigibly religious
> “Throughout my career I’ve been in search of guidance… … I don’t believe the business of life is obvious…” – Alain De Botton Sydney Opera House, 23rd February 2012 Went to see De Botton last night, courtesy of a friend’s spare ticket and too busy wife. I try to…
Coffee and Freedom
Final Step Cafe, Melbourne. Murphy Street, Toorak. Double Ristretto. I only risk the double rist when great rewards are offered. Probably the best I’ve ever had – the real deal. It refused to be relegated to the background, to quietly shuffle to the corner of my consciousness behind the smells,…
On the Gradual Production of Thoughts Whilst Speaking
I was emailed this beautiful little essay by the convenor of a workshop I’m participating in next week. It’s on the value of discussing ideas with others rather than trying to work things out alone. The final paragraph on the foolishness of examinations is a particular highlight. Long-live…
Growing together
Planting Trees and being towards death – authenticity, Heidegger (B&T, 321) Root and Branch – the amount that will never be seen which holds up the top – Dickens, the undisclosed spaces in the human heart, our roots. > Where, however, it is recognized that the power of death has been broken, where…
Repentance
TURN thou us, O good Lord, and so shall we be turned… (Service of Commination, 1662 Book of Common Prayer) We are wrongdoers. The stark reality of this fact frames all our ethical theories, every human religion, and so many of our daily interactions. It is in the avoided eyes…
Meditations on a Tackle Box
The plastic box contains a disjointed collection of fishing tackle: the aggregate of summer holidays, a tangle of failed temptations. Take out the plastic hand-lines and stack to one side. The cork hand-line is more interesting. It can sit on its own. A small box full of lead. Hefty. Dense.…