At the Revolutionary Graveyard
(On Death, and the desecration and desertion of the once-living by the future-dead) I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, even if he…
(On Death, and the desecration and desertion of the once-living by the future-dead) I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me, even if he…
Walking into the Reform Club in London’s ritzy Pall Mall, the aspirations of a 26-year-old American student had come true. Recently graduated from Yale but deciding against…
My mother is lying there dead. Memories crumble like bread. After the strokes, no more chats, no more jokes. My mother is lying there dead. My mother…
Is there a place for “the question of death” in the education of human beings and citizens? What might that place be? How might the question be…
We think of our life stories as headed toward a concluding sentence, after which, if they were novels, we would see written: “The End.” Not that everyone…
ERIC O'CONNOR: I remarked to you yesterday that I had found your use of apeiron a bit ambiguous; it meant "limitless" in a good sense at some…