
I dropped my cell into the cup holder and jumped into the great unknown – untethered, unplugged. Suddenly face to face with the human crossword puzzle of an American Mall. And without my phone (and not being too dramatic), it had a radically different feel – a 1970s vibe, just people with people, walking and…

You see it in the tattoos: arms and legs and necks inked with a chaotic array of snakes, crosses, dragons, roman numerals, hearts – the usual symbols screaming: “I am unique, dammit! And virile! Daring, sexy and intense!” But, no. Not really. You are, in fact, just one of billions looking for affirmation: “I have a reason…

The Courage to Be, by Paul Tillich. Canonical twentieth-century philosophy text that delves into the deep anxiety all of us have about “nonbeing” – losing ourselves and identity and place in this world. Just going away. And not only the anxiety about our existence and ultimate death, but the anxiety about having no connection or…

Hillbilly Elegy, by J.D. Vance. My conservative brother-in-law sent me this book. It arrived in an Amazon pouch, with no note or accoutrements – just something I “needed to read.” Now John is a very smart man, but almost right of The Right. So I assumed it would be overtly political – a Trumpish screed sent…

The rise of schizophrenia on the streets. Here’s one: walking bow-legged down the sidewalk, compressed torso, broad grin; making slow progress, step by lurching step, mumbling to the (at the moment) friendly voice. And another: white painted face, not the clean lines of the professional mime, but roughly splotched about the face, like an abstract…

A splitting White sides A jutting Proud face bold, alight Like the man granite forged from racism and fear black and white life and death violence and deliverance Placed aside America’s past with water flowing and words preaching How he loved them, understood them implored them to listen, love and act But I didn’t get…
One evening I saw a red sunset, its rays falling on the trunks and foliage of pines growing among a tumble of rocks, coloring the trunks and foliage with orange fire. It was superb.
— Vincent van Gogh
Out yonder there was this huge world, which exists independently of us human beings and which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle, at least partially accessible to our inspection and thinking. The contemplation of this world beckoned like a liberation . . .
— Albert Einstein
Learning is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.
— T. H. White
It was as if God had lifted his baton sharply above the endless orchestration of the seas, and the eternal movement had stopped, suspended in the timeless architecture of the absolute.
— Thomas Wolfe
I’m not saying ability doesn’t matter. It certainly helps. But there’s something powerful about realizing that you’ve undersold yourself — that somehow your mind confused lack of effort for inability.
I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.
— Simone de Beauvoir
Learning is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.
— T. H. White
We read to know we are not alone.
— C.S. Lewis
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
— Albert Camus
Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.
— Simone Weil
I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.
— Simone de Beauvoir
There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now; And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.
— Walt Whitman
Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.
— Martin Luther King, Jr.
The process: sitting at your desk, focusing your mind like a laser beam, imagining something out of a blank horizon, creating a story, selecting the right words, one by one, keeping the flow of the narrative on track — requires far more energy, over a long period, than most people ever imagine.
— Haruki Murakami
Man is nothing other than his own project. He exists only to the extent that he realizes himself, therefore he is nothing more than the sum of his actions, nothing more than his life.
— Jean-Paul Sartre
A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe