Every age develops its own peculiar forms of pathology, which express in exaggerated form its underlying character structure.
The conservative revival cannot be dismissed.
Our tools are extensions of our purposes, and so we find it natural to make metaphorical attributions of intentionality to them; but I take it no philosophical ice is cut by such examples.
The model of ownership, in a society organized round mass consumption, is addiction.
Adherents of the new religious right reject the separation of politics and religion, but they bring no spiritual insights to politics.
I talk to God but the sky is empty.
In our society, daily experience teaches the individual to want and need a never-ending supply of new toys and drugs.
I want to block some common misunderstandings about ‘understanding’: In many of these discussions one finds a lot of fancy footwork about the word ‘understanding.’
For a time, I believed not in God nor Santa Claus, but in mermaids. They seemed as logical and possible to me as the brittle twig of a seahorse in the zoo aquarium or the skates lugged up on the lines of cursing Sunday fishermen – skates the shape of old pillowslips with the full, coy lips of women.
We fitted, amusingly enough, into none of the form categories of ‘The Young American Couple’… security to us is in ourselves, and no job, not even money, can give us what we have to develop: faith in our work and hard, hard work, which is Spartan in many ways.