Beyond

The urge to write seems to be a purge, to be taken from time to time to express what it is one believes one has learnt.

Spring

What a difference a few weeks can make and how powerful the influence of the season upon the mood. If ever evidence were needed that we are mere creatures of nature, there be it.

End Game

There is nothing more sobering than a great deal of time spent in a hospital with the critically ill. Nothing more rewarding either.

Faith and Doubt

Most of us have developed a worldview but I wonder how many of us let doubt destroy it?

Is Consciousness an Illusion?

Many now hold that consciousness is a trick, wrought upon an illusory “us” by physics and you may therefore wish to contemplate whether you exist at all.

The Limits of Reasoning

“What Am I” is the most important question I can ask and yet the answer may have to be discovered not by reasoning but by experience. 

What is the Purpose of Poetry?

Does poetry have a purpose? If so, then what? I noticed today that by far the majority of WordPresss bloggers … More

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

Far from disappearing, Keats and his incomparable poetry have lived on after his death.

How to be Human in an indifferent Universe

How damaging we are to each other. How grim the human condition can become, and it does not take war … More

Do I mean what I write, do I write what I mean?

I was wondering whether I really mean what I write? Or to turn it round another way, do I write what I mean?

Why I do not read the News

I do not read the news because it is repetitive, dispiriting, boring and irrelevant.

A Meditation on Death

To have lived a good life is all that matters in the end.

Happiness

Happiness is perhaps best described as the absence of unhappiness.