From Joan Didion in Slouching Towards Bethlehem (more excerpts from Maria Popova, here). I always had trouble distinguishing between what happened and what merely might have happened, but I remain unconvinced that the distinction, for my purposes, matters. …. How it felt to me: that is getting closer to the truth about a notebook. IContinue reading “FIVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY”
From Rob Horning’s Sick of Myself. “And the creation of identity in the form of a data archive would seem to fashion not a grounded self but an always incomplete and inadequate double — a “self partially forced from the body.” You are always in danger of being confronted with your incohesiveness, with evidence of aContinue reading “THREE HUNDRED AND NINETY THREE”
The stories we tell ourselves about who we are often end up shaping who we become. I really liked this short piece, both because it makes that truth explicit, and because it reminds us that we can choose to be authors rather than subjects.
Sogyal Rinpoche, in the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying. Looking in will require of us great subtlety and great courage—nothing less than a complete shift in our attitude to life and to the mind. We are so addicted to looking outside ourselves that we have lost access to our inner being almost completely. WeContinue reading “ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY SEVEN”