phenomenology, in its urge to articulate the flux and the unruly hum of “real” experience, is invariably ossivorous
Some moral concepts—theft, murder—act, for us, as moral primitives. They are our moral proprioception, orienting us in the ethical landscape, telling us up from down
I was sold on the eroticism I found in Milan Kundera’s homiletically pornographic novels
But heavy rain, and lightning too, does set down on our job site. The foreman comes out of the trailer and up onto the steel structure and he says, “Alright, everybody stop what you’re doing. Let’s go.”
We stream down the stairs, the rain slapping us. Taking two, three, four stairs at a time, sl…
At today’s meeting the safety man is smooth, calm, but even so, he speaks of horrors. He says to the crowd, “How many of you want to go home today with the disfigured face of a monster? Raise your hand.”
Nobody raises their hand.
“How many of you want to go home today with shattered bones in …
