The Traveller's Last Journey DEDICATED TO SHAI MAROM Z"L

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Classics (of literature) provide a (recommended) baseline for communication about the majority of books whose reading-status must, by all likelihood, not be shared. Philosophy is a means for each generation (it’s a particular medley of culture, technology, and world events) to communicate with another (in its moment in history, past present, or future across each network made from...

Tuesday December 17, 2013

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Meta: Two days previously I had been writing about my study of Bentham. Before continuing I wish to bring attention to two points related to this effort. The first is tangential, and concerns this project perceived from a more generic stance. What I have code-named “Philosopher Briefs” is a didactic monad I’ve wished to establish against a temporal framework extending...

Sunday December 15, 2013

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Meta: Before I continue onto my target subject, let me acknowledge that it has been more than a few days since I was last a frequent writer at this local. The fault, guilt, responsibility… they’re all mine to bear and label within the paradigm of my reality. That said, there is no final sin here. In fact, I would hazard to posit that the worst that has happened has been a loss of...

Friday November 29, 2013

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I woke up from a passing loss of conscious motor control. I had dreamt, which is one thing I have severely preferred to avoid. Oh my, how time does pass me by as I stare off into the dreamless horizons, which promise stagnant vistas and microcosm by which one could lose themselves for sheer anonymity (viz. the anonymous nature of those who do nothing, aim for nothing, and by heaven’s grace...

Thursday November 28, 2013

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Before I conjure the writings that this “place” deems cut off by the delineations (as if there were such a thing) of time, let me pause. First to orient myself (here and not there) and then to suggest some directions. All that really has purpose from “there” (a label and mode of description that could be translated by reference {wait: you want to hear something funny [cf...

Wednesday November 27, 2013

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When I look at the moon I think of you. You know that feeling – falling through the stars? Sitting in the park (the vacuum of the cricket field, the silence seeps from cedar benches bereft of players) or along the beach (I hope you’re there now, the ocean’s lapping is like a heartbeat and it follows us into sleep, through dreams), gazing upwards (the land becomes lost, and...

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