Some time ago I had occasion to celebrate Jose Saramago’s novel, The Cave. I just came across an interesting interview with Saramago, where I learned he wrote a novel entitled The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis. Reis is one of Pessoa’s alter egos. Excerpt: But the truth is that we all have to… Continue reading
When spring returns Perhaps I will no longer be in the world. Today I wish I could think of Spring as a person So that I could imagine her crying for me When she sees that she’s lost her only friend. But Spring isn’t even a thing: It’s a manner of speaking. Not even the… Continue reading
“When we study, discuss, analyze a reality, we analyze it as it appears in our mind, in our memory. We know reality only in the past tense. We do not know it as it is in the present, in the moment when it is happening, when it is. The present moment is unlike the memory… Continue reading
So suppose you stumble across a packet of four index cards. They read as follows: #1: “At E there is evidence of M, L, F, and D” #2: “At M there is evidence of D and F” #3: “At G there is evidence of D, E, L, and M” #4: “At T there is evidence… Continue reading