I had promised not to write any 2017 homilies this year given 2016’s recalcitrant machinations to last year’s goodwill messages.Sitting in my garden now however, surrounded by the aftermath of last nights New Years celebration- the abandoned empty cartridges the only reminder of the glorious though ephemeral display of an elaborately sequined sky last night coupled with the blanketed silence of snoozing revelers, – I had cause to reflect on a recent incident which I thought fitting to share on this day – one that’s often bitter sweet for me and most – pregnant with hope and cautious optimism yet wizened by weary and wary disenchantment . 699 more words
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Is love an art instead of a mere sensation? Is love something that you can “fall into”, and does not require knowledge and effort? Erich Fromm has started his book,
La «conciencia» es un negrero que el hombre se ha colocado dentro de sí mismo y que lo obliga a obrar de acuerdo con los deseos y fines que él cree suyos propios, mientras que en realidad no son otra cosa que las exigencias sociales externas que se han hecho internas. 49 more words
from The Art of Being.
A person who has not been completely alienated, who has remained sensitive and able to feel, who has not lost the sense of dignity, who is not yet “for sale”, who can still suffer over the suffering of others, who has not acquired fully the having mode of existence – briefly, a person who has remained a person and not become a thing – cannot help feeling lonely, powerless, isolated in present-day society. 301 more words