Category: Set in Stone

  • Privilege Wants

    Peace is what the privileged want. The indignant want war. I consider myself privileged. Not because I am wealthy. I am not. Not because I have power to control others. I have no such power. I am privileged because I am not in pain, I am not disabled physically and I am not in financial…

  • Adagia

    Adagia Set In Stone The path to the house demanded stepping stones. It could be a muddy walk without them. To make a stepping stone is merely a matter of pouring cement into a wood frame set on the ground. You remove the frame when the cement hardens. But a slab of wet cement calls…

  • Indignation

    Righteous Indignation As Temper Tantrum Righteous Indignation is a Temper Tantrum What he practiced was Fine Art. It issued from his being. His brush was sure, his color strong. He had the gift of seeing. So when the lady said to him, “May I commission you?” He swelled a bit, elation hid, said, “What would…

  • Waste

    Throw-away virtue. Waste is a deliciously ambiguous notion. What is discarded and not used in the venture is waste. Food that is not digested. But waste is also a mark of prosperity. Where much is being done there is waste. Little being done, little being scrapped. So waste is a product of achievement. For those…

  • Fauna of Convictions

    Fundamentally there is no point to being alive. People live. They don’t dwell on its pointlessness. Most fabricate a meaning for existence. They manufacture a point:  to serve God, to make music, to nurture the family, to create art, to win races, to wreak vengeance … To do something or other. The doing is sanctified…

  • Restraint is valiant.

    “Many would be cowards if they had courage enough.” Thomas Fuller Before this stepping stone suffered its blow it read: RESTRAINT IS VALIANT It takes valor to hold your tongue. The common view is that to do battle is valiant. But, in truth, to refrain from battle is valianter! The reward is the husbanding of…

  • Understanding hindered.

    The image shows one of the stepping stones leading to my house. In mixing the cement I asked myself, “What words deserve being set in stone?” My choices are set in stepping stones. They are observations about the mechanics of being; notes on how the world is. No complaints, no visions of how the world…