city. new york city
I finally got around to reading Plato’s dialogue on love, Symposium. I forgot just how funny he is! He begins with a discussion of whether they should get drunk that night. I kid you not.
It goes without saying that love can make any life worth living. But there’s a darker side to love. A side of love that is perhaps more intimately related to death than we’d like to believe.
My sister needed a vacation but didn’t know what to do with her kids. I’ve been focusing on family a lot lately, so, much to her surprise, I quickly offered to take care of them for a couple days.
To be honest, I haven’t been feeling all that loving lately. But here are some fragmented thoughts on the economy of dating apps, the illusiveness of chemistry, and some good old Freud.
My friend, Jo, is one of the most loving people I know, and has functioned as a kind of model for me during this 'experiment'. So I was overjoyed when she agreed to let me pick her brain.
So many things happened to me (for me? with me? within me?) over the past few days. My roommate was out of town Saturday so I finally had some (physical and mental) space to myself.
The monk, lounging gracefully atop his misty mountain, gazes peacefully out across a restless earth. He disentangles himself from the struggles, torments, and confusions of ordinary life.
Orthodox Jewish men and women who are not married to each other are not allowed to touch in an affectionate way. This is called being Shomer Negiah [literally: watching/protecting your touch].
My love is irrational. I can never explain it to others, and there is no chance that they will learn to love it too. Rather than an exchange, my love is presented freely, as a gift.
week twenty one.
I’ve started teaching myself how to play piano. I still can’t play for shit, but sometimes I’ll linger over individual notes, letting them hang in the air far too long, savoring the beautiful sounds.
week twenty two.
What's the relationship between love and intimacy?
At first glance, it seems obvious. What could be more related that love and intimacy. They'll like two peas in a pod; almost identical.
week twenty three.
I finished reading the Dalai Lama’s autobiography last night. I actually ended up spending the whole day reading it. Can the Lama be separated from his people? How do leaders relate to their people?