Philosophy Stories

Sitting here this morning with my second cup of coffee, looking at the empty chair across from me, wondering what I’d say if suddenly John Keats was there or Whitman with his broad rimmed hat or Shakespeare (would I call him Will?) and so somehow in the world behind my eyes when I looked up there was Keats across from me, his elbows on the table, looking at the painting on the wall and glancing at the fire in my stove-- a...

So, I don't know why, but I got to thinking today...(I know scary huh?) How well do we ever really know anyone? I know its not a new question by any means, and no doubt there have been many papers, books, letters, stories and so on written about this very issue. But let us agree that it is really the first time that I have seriously thought about it. How well do we ever know someone? I look at my husband and I really wond...

“It is better to travel in hope than to arrive..”I heard this quote from a thoughtful man who had heard it in the past. He apparently was well traveled, as the quote had an Eastern cast. It suggests that unlike in the West where we emphasize the goal, perhaps enjoying the honest attempt would be better for our soul. If I only think of arrival and concentrate on the trip’s end, a straight line gets me there fastest. I want...

It’s affection is want based. The more you want it the more it likes it. There is a streak of madness and sadistic pleasure when it makes itself accessible. The game plan is extremely simple and easy to decipher once you concentrate on its past and the reasons when this all began. It was tormented in the beginning, between being black or white. And then one fine day after many injuries to its great expectations, it decide...