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Suicide And The Tyranny Of Altruism

Suicide And The Tyranny Of Altruism

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This “Skeptic’s” column tackles a subject that is both delicate and volatile:  suicide. People who have known me for a fairly long time are well acquainted with a time in my life – during the time in Boston at Harvard and later at Seattle University  during the equally ill-advised quest for the MDiv -- when I was undergoing episodes of very  severe, quite arguably pre-suicidal, clinical depression. So – for the benefit of those people, for “my mariners, souls that have toiled and wrought and thought with me” – I want to emphasize that the following column does not describe me as I am now. Quite the contrary. I am not in crisis. I am not depressed. I am not afflicted with suicidal ideation – a term I came to know all too intimately during the “winter of [my] discontent”. So those of you

time for the temple whores to sleep with insanity

Healing, peace, poem, Poetry
originally published in The BeZine does it bloom, this horror, from my nonEuropean roots from the scent of cinnamon in my blood? the brown and yellow tinges of my skin? or is it just your old soul and mine and this intuition we share on the ground of one another’s battles, witness the fuming anger feeding disenchantment in the street and the acquisitive tendencies of the elite, cowardly saber-rattling, cut off from authority, from that innate expressively honest power of our erotic selves, our instinctive selves, the non-rational knowing that embodies strength, nothing weak or pornographic in its expression, a profound antithesis to the pornography of war and hate that, in the end, is about impotence, about the emboli of narrow minds, grasping oligarchs fomenting triba
Gladly Grasping The Glories Of Greyness

Gladly Grasping The Glories Of Greyness

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The latest (3 January) issue of Forbes references a Washington Post op-ed by Prof. Laura L. Carstensen, professor of psychology and the Fairleigh S. Dickinson Jr. professor in public policy at Stanford University, on the semiotics of aging started me reflecting about what I want to be called, and what I do not want to be called, now that I am pushing 70. (I will be 69 in April of 2018.) Words matter. And – over time measured in multiple years – certain words / terms have become increasingly patronizing because I have, over that same interval of time, come to think of myself more and more, not as middle-aged, but simply as old. Prof. Carstensen is right: By failing to identify with “old,” the story about old people remains a dreary one about loss and decline. Language matters: We need a