Confessions of a Conservative Atheist
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As a child, did you ever think to yourself that you’ll never stop playing with toys or you’ll never like a member of the opposite sex whatever the adults say? If so, do you remember when and why you changed your mind? The question is oddly impossible to answer. Childhood is a wonderfully weird thing,… Continue reading Why do humans have to grow up rather than emerge from a cocoon like butterflies?
It’s human nature, but if you value what you have now, what you’ve seen, done, and hopefully learned, why would you want to go back to a point where you had none of it or at least less of it? Aging is a funny thing to say the least. I suspect almost all of us… Continue reading New Year’s, the mysteries of aging, and whether we’d really want to go back in time to be our younger selves
Love can sing to us, sweetly, and we can build an edifice upon it for that special choir, an edifice composed of both the joy we have in our lover and the fears of how it will end, for everything is ultimately “ruin’d” in this world, but in Shakespeare’s, even a single intentionally shortened syllable… Continue reading Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73, the “Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang,” and the meaning of love itself
If brevity is the soul of wit, Macbeth’s might be the superior statement of the futility of our existence, an entire philosophy contained in a few simple lines, but the overall meaning couldn’t be more different. It’s as if each speech is itself a prism, and the meaning reflected is based on the direction of… Continue reading Shakespeare’s Macbeth, As You Like It, and all the world’s a stage
One of the most ironic things about getting older is that, mentally at least, you rarely feel your own age. Your body might be well past your middle years, but in your head you’re still a teenager. This fiction is far easier to keep when your parents are still alive because no matter how old… Continue reading Bruce Springsteen, the passing of his mother, his impromptu 63rd birthday party in 2012, and becoming the elder generation
Like a great sonnet of old, Bruce Springsteen uses the perspective of the speaker to establish a character that is both part of the story and separate from it. A verse about this father cut from the original song, but available in lyric form further illuminates a story of aging that is both universal and… Continue reading Springsteen’s “Glory Days” and the unreliable narrator
Confessions of a Conservative Atheist 