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Thursday Dec 26, 2002

Selling Out

As the new year beckons, it’s a great time to see whether there is anyone living inside you that you respect. Have you made the grade? Or, did you sell out? Only you know the answer. Sure there are pressures, obligations, and a variety of obstacles that block your way toward character. If you don’t feel good about you, then who will? And even if someone else does feel good about you, without your inner self made strong, your soul withers, and you live on to count the days, not create them.

Be hearty and strong of will. Do not be glib about your own self. Fortune favors the brave.

Happy New Year!

Note: If you want to know more about selling out, read Kafka and I in the writing section inside the main site gallery.

Monday Dec 09, 2002

Animate and Inanimate

I didn’t know John that well. Still, there he lay in quiet repose as if he were merely asleep in the casket. His hair was neatly combed back and he wore a suit. His body was there on view, but where did his life go?

My mother knew John when he had lived near her in one of the condominiums with his lady friend. He was good-natured. They had moved about five years back to some isolated part of the state. A phone call from the lady friend: John had apparently died of a heart attack.

It is bitter cold outside as I drive my mother and myself to the funeral parlour, an old but well-cared for home.

There were about twenty-five people in the parlour. I could see John in the open casket in the front of the room. He would be cremated later. Bob Dylan was singing and screeching a tune from his Blonde on Blonde album. My mother was shaky and, after giving our condolences to the lady friend, we sat down to wait for the service.


Wednesday Nov 06, 2002

Kafka and I

In “The Metamorphosis,” Franz Kafka shocked readers with a grotesque fable about a man who wakes up one morning to discover he has been transformed into an insect, which dovetails with the Buddhist world view of rebirth, or transmigration of the soul. Is this possible? When asked about reincarnation, the French wit and philosopher, Voltaire, replied that it is just as remarkable to have been born once, as to have been born twice. Nightmarish at first glance, Kafka’s born again parable is about waking up, to become self-aware and see yourself as you are without illusion and the dulling veneer of ingrained social conditioning imposed by the establishment.


Tuesday Nov 05, 2002

The Man with the Dog

“Sir, are you the man with the dog?” said the pretty airline representative.