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The season has just begun

I just read an article on about the Indiana Pacers.

The Pacers, at 9-0, were the only remaining undefeated basketball team this season until last Saturday when they lost by 16 points to the Chicago Bulls. Prior to Saturday, they looked invincible. Their nine game winning streak included impressive wins over several top contenders. This recent loss, however, brought them back to planet earth.

Were the Indiana Pacers shattered by their loss? Were their spirits broken by defeat?

Here’s what the team’s starting center, Roy Hibbert, had to say:

“One game. It wasn’t going to last forever. But to me, the season starts now. See how we handle adversity and bounce back. We haven’t been challenged like this. We have to show what we’re made of.”

Here’s today’s two cents:

Life hasn’t begun until you’ve suffered a setback. The information you learn doesn’t become knowledge until it’s been refined and reframed by the experience of contrast. Wisdom isn’t what you gain when things go according to your plans and expectations; it’s what you retain after what you’ve gained has been tested or taken away.

People tend to give up on life when they lose, but that’s really when things are finally getting started.

Suffering a setback? Perhaps your season has just begun.


I love you, Philosophy

heart to heart“Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.” 
-William Shakespeare, Hamlet

I do not study philosophy because I deem it wise, but because, like the inhaling of oxygen, when I fail to do it, I can feel myself suffocating, contracting, and gasping for life.

Curiosity is the air I breathe and in its absence I cease to be.

Life feels expansive and exhilarating when I experience it from the vantage point of being an Inquisitive entity.

I inhabit a qualitatively distinct kind of space when possessed by the desire to learn.

In the rhythm of philosophical reflection, my questions become conceptual batons, and with each movement of my mind, the flow of time is symphonically conducted.

Contemplation, endowing the world around me with its musical quality, transforms my life into a song:

“I love you, Philosophy. Make love to me with your paradoxes and puzzles all day long.”

The wisdom of making love


“Don’t explain your philosophy. Embody it.” -Epictetus

The touch of a lover’s hand is more than a thousand insights.

The taste of a passion-filled kiss is more illuminating than a lifetime of contemplation.

Of all the knowledge to be gained, none is greater than that which is attained in a single hour of making love.

Audre Lorde wrote: “Our erotic knowledge empowers us, becomes a lens through which we scrutinize all aspects of our existence, forcing us to evaluate those aspects honestly in terms of their relative meaning within our lives.”

To romanticize is to philosophize.

To embrace the sensual is to make sense of the usual.

If philosophy is the love of wisdom, then the denial of love-making is the height of foolishness.

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