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Everybody seems to be worried these days. In fact, politicians are locking down the economy because they are worried about people getting sick. The people are so worried that they are avoiding any interaction with other human beings. Mad Magazine had the right idea. So did the Stoics. What the hell are we worried about? The Stoics deal with disastrous stuff by ignoring it and expecting it. Amor Fati contemplates understanding that fate dictates what…
Freedom Isn’t Free. Are you free? Is your country free? Are you able to express your opinions without fear of screaming, yelling thugs carrying weapons attacking you? Are you able to express a different opinion from the majority and still keep your job? Freedom is about autonomy. Freedom is what the founding fathers fought and died for. Yes, I said fathers. There were a lot of mothers involved also. But, spare me the hatred of…
Independence Day – Would You Have Signed? As mobs loot, and tear down monuments, and attempt to deny freedom of speech to those with whom they disagree, and governments seek to regulate every action, it is worth recalling Execupundit’s annual post about the Declaration of Independence. The men who signed it risked their lives and their fortunes and their families to sign. I harbor the view that Americans still have the fire and the backbone…
Stockdale Paradox. By now, my readers are aware of one of my heroes, James Stockdale, who survived years of imprisonment and torture in VietNam by understanding and living Stoic principles, as espoused in his favorite book, the Enchiridion by Epictetus. Both men recognized that fate can bring horrible things to us; in the case of Epictetus, years of enslavement and a useless leg. In the case of Stockdale, years of torture and imprisonment in…
Can You Dance? Can you dance? she said, Coyly. He thought quickly. Where are my words now? Surely, they will not fail me now. In an instant, he knew that the dance he danced each day did not matter. The many moments that his truth danced out of reach, and his dancing words hung, swinging, from the top of the business tree. Dangling, like participles in a grammarian nightmare. Can you dance? Of course, he…
Is it dangerous to post a Friday poem a day early? What could go wrong? Dangerous Things. I want to do dangerous things again. I want to feel the wind in my face and to smell the fresh grass. I want to walk to the corner store without wearing a mask over my face. I want to shop at Disney Springs and walk through the mall without trying to avoid human contact. I want to…