Matthew
Living is so much more difficult than dying. Letting go is so much easier than hanging on. I’ve become an accidental Buddhist. A friend asked me the other day what I thought happened after death. I told him that I wasn’t sure but that I was looking forward
Thinking
There is a magnificent essay by Schopenhauer in which he asks, how is it that a human being can so participate in the peril or pain of another that without thought, spontaneously, he sacrifices his own life to the other? How can it happen that what we normally think of
Matthew
On Sunday August 18, 1996 (yesterday), my girlfriend and I went to Piedmont Park in Atlanta for a picnic. After lunch we walked around the park and just enjoyed the day. Then, I came upon a group of artists that were having an exhibition. However, this was no ordinary exhibition.
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Matthew
Life has been pretty laid back here. California just seems to do that to everyone. I’m about to finish up at one company and I’m moving soon to work for another. They’ve got some huge, cool project they want me to be on. I feel like I’
Matthew
I remember being in middle school and just listening to records (that’s pre-CDs for you youngsters) in my room and wondering to myself why no one else seemed to listen to the same kind of music I did. I mean this wasn’t fringe, cool to listen to, counter-cultural
Mind
One of Jung’s favorite metaphors for the clash of opposites is appropriate here: the hero’s night sea journey. The good hero sets out into the dark night sky on a raft to defeat the bad sea monster. When, in the morning daylight, the hero emerges after having slain
Matthew
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” – Henry David Thoreau “The mass of
Matthew
Every Thursday night I would leave for school – driving through the Central Valley to Santa Barbara to study Jungian Psychology. Before I would hit the Grapevine, I would always seem to be listening to the disco hit, “Don’t Leave Me This Way.” My heart is full of love and
Matthew
I’ve read several books on how to negotiate in business. They all pretty much say the thing. Of course, the grand-daddy of all of these is “What Color is Your Parachute?” I read this way back when I was negotiating for my first job. Usually negotiating isn’t high
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and my grandmother. In a reality of divorce, cross-country moves, and a new school every year, my Nana and her little home in Kentucky have been unlikely pillars in my life. The only place I can go to as an adult that I remember as a child. The only person
Thinking
For over 10 years I’ve been bumping up against Arthur Schopenhauer just about everywhere. His influence on continental philosophy is everywhere. Though I somehow managed to get through Goethe, Kant, Hegel, Nietzsche, Freud, and Jung, for some reason I had just never picked up Schopenhauer. At Barnes & Noble