A Jehovah’s Witness and his son knocked on my door today. I was in the middle of a workout but I opened the door in spite of the task at hand. I was in a strange mood on this particular morning — my heart pumping, a little sweat gleaming from…

We are experiencing a reality based on a thin veneer of lies and illusions. A world where greed is our God and wisdom is sin, where division is key and unity is fantasy, where the ego-driven cleverness of the mind is praised, rather than the intelligence of the heart. ~…

In the early dark before dawn, I awake with a dreary feeling of death dripping from my eyelids. I sit up in bed and listen to the echoes of oblivion haunt my room. The emptiness of 4am streetlights stream into my dreams. The…

“Let them think what they liked, but I didn’t mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank — but that’s not the same thing.” ― Joseph Conrad By midafternoon the day’s heat had risen well into the nineties. I’m standing in the blistering sun on a blue…

“On the innocent trail of their hunger, he walked silently over the pastures of the world.” - Rilke I’m somewhere in the western part of the United States slicing through a beautiful wasteland with my windows down and my old notched heart soaring higher than a bar-headed goose on a…

“The idea of death, the fear of it, haunts the human animal like nothing else; it is a mainspring of human activity — activity designed largely to avoid the fatality of death, to overcome it by denying in some way that it is the final destiny for men… It is…

Woke up this morning with an agonizing urge to be an absolute nobody in a world gone delirious with everybody trying to be a “somebody.” To be unknown and unseen like a distant star behind the moon, a dandelion along the endless highway, the night owl nested high in the pines, unknown and unseen like…

Shirtless and disheveled, he sits at his writing desk in a dark room in his Montana cabin. The stench of solitude and ashtray permeate from floor to ceiling. With a harsh, cigarette-soaked voice, Jim Harrison, one of the finest writers of our generation, asks the interviewer from Esquire magazine, “would…