Category: Commentary

  • Truth

    Truth is the handmaiden to lies. Truth without love can be persecution. St. Paul persecuted the Christians. Then he found God and became a disciple of truth out of fear, only to continue his persecution of the Christians. Because without love, truth can be a falsehood.

  • The Grand Finale

    Life is truly a stage and we’re actor’s playing it, maybe even going backstage when we die to discuss our new roles in God’s next drama. I’m sure screenwriters are jockeying for the screen rights to the Biden / Trump Election.  Maybe they’ll call it…“The Grand Finale”  Starring…George Clooney as Biden. How better for George…

  • Going to war with himself

    The warrior saint Arjuna chose Krishna’s wisdom rather than his armies, in turn winning the war against his blood brothers. I always tell Hindu scholars: Arjuna wasn’t going into war with his blood brothers, that’s just a metaphor for going into war with himself. Arjuna was upholding his Dharma. They would ask, where did you…

  • Emotions and the Universe

    I’ve been totally immersed these past few days thinking about the occasional erratic behavior of the Universe and why. Yesterday at the beach, smoking a cigar, I had an epiphany: The Universe has emotions!!! and like us, it can change its behavior due to its emotional state and  consciousness. Cosmologistsfail to understand because emotionsare not…

  • When a man is blind

    When a man is blind he believes others to be blind as well, by the nature of narcissism. Unknown to him, his face reads like a map for all those who can see.

  • Balance of free-form and cubism

    The booster rockets on the Shuttle represent thousands of pounds of reason and logic essential to the thrust of our prayers piercing the stratosphere. But if not dropped allowing the weightless silent engines of Meditation to engage, our souls will never complete their journey liken the spawn of salmon. My theme/sculpture had a balance of…

  • Vivaldi and old memories

    View more on Snapchat The piece by Vivaldi triggered old memories. When Mary and I lived on Beacon Hill, I opened an art gallery near Louisburg Square. I put on art shows, wanting to combine the visual with the performing arts as one movement in time and space. I would make a stage out of…