We are each and all libraries of experience and knowledge or wisdom to each other and it is in our endless fixation upon just a handful of these living texts that we come to dismiss all those other possibilities for learning and growth that surround us. In reducing our story to a simple as abbreviated […]
Being a chronic holist and aspiring raconteur of recursion, I note that the value of the vast and swelling tides of available books, magazines, articles, videos and mixed media montage is a function of the abstract as abbreviation and a (temporal) compression of synopsis as acceleration. This is, of course, a matter of time, of […]
On yesterday’s visit to garner some domestic logistics I found myself drawn, as is quite natural for me, to a local bookstore. Rapidly yet calmly and with apposite politeness I navigated my way to the psychology and philosophy section, just next to popular science and astronomy. I tend to treat the pages of these books […]
I read “Lord of the Rings” twice at age 9. I imagine this must have had some kind of formative downstream consequence for my own cognitive grammar, conceptual vocabulary and integrated perception of those grander narratives and historical tides within which we all must necessarily learn to swim if we are to survive and thrive […]
“In the end, we all become stories.” – Margaret Atwood My life would not be a book so much as it would be a box of scattered paper fragments. Each fragment containing a narrow aperture on the life and experience or learning I have undergone. Each narrow aperture, a window on a moment and a […]
It is an irony worth considering that institutionally reductive aspirations to slash-and-burn streamlining of educational curriculum align to ideological and economic worldviews which themselves are unacknowledged – if often misguided – products of a diversity and intellectual depth in human civilisation that they would unwittingly or boorishly inhibit. Short term benefits are all the rage […]
I recently received several boxes of books that had once belonged to my father. He died around 10 years ago now and these books seem to be the last traces of his life left to touch my world in any material manner. I had the strangest sensation and revelation as I stood there and stared, […]
Daedelus Kite 