Browsing All posts tagged under »meaning of life«

Mea culpa: a confession from one of last year’s men

April 8, 2017


I’m thankful I am introvert. Like a beast with its horn, I have torn every idea that has reached out for me.

A Dangerous Pillow Thought: There’s No Experience Like It

January 25, 2016


he experience, not unlike one’s first encounter with HDTV, is more real than real.

The Living or the Dying: Who Should We Trust?

January 1, 2016


Why should we be so inclined to take the word of the dying over the living?

The Ecstasy of Being’s Lightness: Concerning Milan Kundera, Ludwig Feuerbach, and Weakling Smurf.

February 11, 2009


I am a huge fan of Milan Kundera’s novels and essays. He writes the kind of book that I read straight through in a single sitting and then immediately re-read once I’ve finished. His writing, his ideas, his story-telling — even in translation — move me like no other. On more than one occasion his […]