20 February 2005
The phrase "think
globally, act locally", sometimes attributed to Paul McCartney, has
of the progressive parlance. To this I would add,
thought, concerted action.
Maintain independence of
judgment. Trust your own thinking. But it is not necessary to
agree with all the precepts of a group before you join with them to make a
collective statement based on those parts of your beliefs that are held in
19 February 2005
is too grand, complex, and mysterious to be captured in a
narrow creed. That is why we cherish individual freedom of belief. At the
same time our convictions lead us to other affirmations . . .
- That the blessings of life are available to everyone, not just the
Chosen or the Saved;
- That Creation itself is Holy -- the earth and all its creatures, the
stars in all their glory;
- That the Sacred or Divine, the Precious and Profound, are made
evident not in the miraculous or supernatural but in the simple and
- That human beings, joined in collaboration with the gifts of grace,
are responsible for the planet and its future;
- That every one of us is held in Creation's hand -- a part of the
interdependent cosmic web -- and hence strangers need not be enemies;
- That no one is saved until we All are saved, where All means the
whole of Creation;
- That the paradox of life is to love it all the more even though we
ultimately lose it.
- William Schulz in
18 February 2005
September 1, 1939
Defenseless under the night
Our world in stupor lies;
Yet, dotted everywhere,
Ironic points of light
Flash out wherever the Just
Exchange their messages:
May I, composed like them
Of Eros and of dust,
Beleaguered by the same
Negation and despair,
Show an affirming flame.
17 February 2005
"Physicists spend a
large part of their lives in a state of confusion. Itís an occupational
hazard. To excel in physics is to embrace doubt while walking the winding road
to clarity. The tantalizing discomfort of perplexity is what inspires
otherwise ordinary men and women to extraordinary feats of ingenuity and
creativity; nothing quite focuses the mind like dissonant details awaiting
Fabric of the Cosmos p470
16 February 2005
When Zarathustra was thirty
years old, he left his home and the lake
of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his
spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But at
last his heart changed,- and rising one morning with the rosy dawn, he
went before the sun, and spake thus unto it:
Thou great star! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those
for whom thou shinest!
For ten years hast thou climbed hither unto my cave: thou wouldst
have wearied of thy light and of the journey, had it not been for
me, mine eagle, and my serpent.
But we awaited thee every morning, took from thee thine overflow,
and blessed thee for it.
Lo! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that hath gathered too
much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it.
I would fain bestow and distribute, until the wise have once more
become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.
Therefore must I descend into the deep: as thou doest in the
evening, when thou goest behind the sea, and givest light also to
the nether-world, thou exuberant star!
Prologue, by F. Nietzsche
15 February 2005
"The longer I worked the
more certain I felt that as improbable as it might seem, there were moments
when an individual conscience was all that could keep a world from
Miller created The Crucible
as an act of courage and defiance during the McCarthy era. It was a
time when prominent men of conscience had their careers taken from
them. Some lost more than their careers. Miller was a young
playwright, glowing in the light of success after Death
of a Salesman, and he risked it all to publicly speak his conscience.
closer a man approaches tragedy the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment,
which is to say the closer he approaches what in life we call fanaticism."
14 February 2005
Dear love, for nothing less
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for phantasy:
Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet
My dream thou brok'st not, but continued'st it.
Thou art so truth that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths, and fables histories.
Enter these arms, for since thou thought'st it best
Not to dream all my dream, let's act the rest.