Category Archives: nineteenth-century
Dreams about Real Life
The night before we left for California, I had what may be the strangest dream I ever dreamed: I was in a passenger plane – flying who knows where – until the airplane was split in two by a lightning … Continue reading
Traumatic Memories: Past and Future
I used to take pride in my excellent memory. But sadly, it got somewhat less excellent after my first marriage. Perhaps my psyche decided that certain scenes from that part of my life story were best left un-remembered. With regard … Continue reading
Women Who Want To Kill Themselves
Some years ago, when I was still working full time as a philosophy professor, I got a late-afternoon call from E.S. He was a senior colleague and good friend. We’d exchanged just a few words when he remarked, with concern, … Continue reading
Civilization and Me
There seems to be something at the heart of historical existence that’s probably incurable. It gets the name of envy or sibling rivalry. And it’s the insurmountable fear that God might love my brother or sister more than God loves … Continue reading
