Waiting for Ecstasy

After ecstasy, the laundry.   — Zen saying Philosophers have tended to prefer the gentler arts and pleasures, those tempered by dispassion, detachment, and the yoke of reason. They have been inclined, for example, to sing the praises of contemplative love rather than swoon into the arms of a siren and risk being drawn along […]

Class Portrait

Oh, that memorable moment when we snare and suddenly freeze the escaping line of time in the lives of those whom we love. And then later tempt—even dare—them to glance back mischievously 20 or 30 or maybe 70 years hence with only faint recognition . . . or near disbelieving denial. Was that really me? […]