The movies tend to conceive of despair, as they do of love, in terms of external obstacles that are overcome, end-of-story. So they gloss over our existential amnesia, and they confuse our actual despair (our wrong relation to God, self, and world) with felt despair. As Binx Bolling sees it, this apparent comedy is really the tragedy of man accustomed to despair. The man may have regained the world, but it turned out he never had a soul if his predicament is reducible to [re]obtaining the American Dream.
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Epitaphs for the Journey (Book Recommendation)
For me, when I’m really in a poem, it’s the same as being in the middle of a prayer. It really is. That doesn’t necessarily mean that all the poems are going to be religious poems, except maybe in some very, very deep sense.
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Four Colors Suffice: How the Map Problem Was Solved (Book Recommendation)
"How many colors are needed to color any map (real or imaginary) such that any county is always colored differently than any neighbor with whom it shares a border?" The answer is simple, the mathematics complex.
