Fall. Stand. Go on.

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Standing on a relatively high hill above Berkeley again (nightly), viewing S.F. miles away across the bay, the tiny presence of everything distantly lit up is about itself, displayed without regard for being seen—and without regard for what’s adjacent.

Things are there; buildings are there. Lines of cars (ants of light),  apparently inch across the Bay Bridge, drivers and passengers oblivious to other ants in other bubbles of self possession.

Here in Berkeley, life goes on, like any town. Structures persist. Strangers pass on sidewalks as if each is passing no one. If you suddenly face emergency, someone may stop to notice, maybe help because they’re hit with risk of guilt about their general lack of care. Otherwise, the stranger doesn’t exist.

This time of month, the moon shows itself, as if there’s to be some full significance of being there.

conceptual prospecting can be very practical

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My sense of “wholly flourishing humanity” gathers themes from the two previous discussions in a progressively practical way.

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some aspects of evolving conceptuality

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In “terms of venturing,” I’m starting a more-rigorous path, which has been implicit to earlier prospecting.

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humbly marking a new year for humanity

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We grow up, achieve a lot (at best), pay forward (please), and move on—maybe contributing to others’ lives.

Time tells. Learning never ends.

Anyway, my map is clear to me now, after some years of somewhat improvising, like hiking difficult hills to prepare for a high climb together.

I feel ready—audacious and shameless.

I know, Alice

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The writer easily feels being too many mirrors of others’ “writing” you into their lives, not only concealing you from them—by their unwitting need for you to be a mirror of their sense of self in their own lives—but also putting you into an immense loneliness of plural being.  

So, creative characterization may be not only art, bur therapeutic in ways which few others understand.  

True love sees the plurality of you as your authemtic manifold of being with others as oneSelf, which best friends of youth, then True loves, cherish purely.  

Though suffering the end of that is cause for “endless” mourning, art can turn longing into lasting gratitude for trust and love you were lucky to have lived.

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autumn 2022

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End of semester. The “children” are returning to where they came from. The quiet around the area outside returns the street to being a neighbor-
hood. I feel a faint thrill along with faint melancholy about the turn of
the year.

This period of weeks has long been an open mystery about what the annual change of seasons will evince for writing. I don’t know now whether or not I’ll have new material to share before early January. I may suddenly want to add a lot. Probably not—or maybe.

Anyway, I’ve been doing a lot of writing offline, so I expect even better during the weeks ahead.

I’m happy.

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mirror of a musement

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The senses of creativity I’ve improvised during the past decade were always afterthoughts irt work that evinced the thoughts. Wondering about creativity itself is no source of creative work. Creativity doesn’t emerge from a conception of creativity.

Then, concentrating on cohering it all doesn’t lead to more creative work other than the coherence being creative (or meta-creative). So,
a creative approach to understanding creativity may emerge.

The senses of you as muse I’ve improvised during the past decade were always preludes to work that resulted. Prospecting you as such was an afterthought to the mirroring which you inspired. But, dwelling in that did lead to more musing.

So, love of your musement was creative.

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I eat well today.

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But I see a news story about “food insecurity” in “our” wealthy U.S.
I recall a recent report about African famine due to climate change; or desperate survivors of barbarous shelling of Kiev, which cloud my eyes with tears.

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his story of loving singularity

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Today’s “love of ascending (and descending)” completes a 4-part series on love: “…notes,” “‘mindfulness’,” “fun with science…,” and today, which begins with infant attachment and ends in high sense of exploring.

There is no romanticism in my sense of love as ardent caring (in various ways and to varying degrees). Yet, my sense of this appeals for scaling up care through one’s years of growing up (thanks to good parenting and education) to ardently identify with Our humanity as one’s own, in a sense perhaps best expressed by literary history.

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fun with science searching for essential love

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Some leading ethical theorists ground morality (deontic ethics) in love (Harry Frankfurt, Michael Slote, Martha Nussbaum). Empirical psych-
ology can be quite corroborative of that—and for conceptual or philo-
logical prospecting. So, “love in empirical research” shows how that (blandly focused on ordinary love) may unwittingly complement richer views (humbly coming later).

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“mindfulness”

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This is a a conceptual venture which is not overtly related (yet) to common cultural, so called senses which methodically counsel better mental health. But I’m all for better mental health!

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love notes

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Cutely titled, but analytical, this also links to earlier points of effusively loving to be.

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fulfilling enjoyment as (and for) better humanity

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“Flourishing as fulfilling enjoyment” (Sept. 23) is a detailed, long reading of a leading researcher’s (Alan S. Waterman’s) sense of recent decades’ research on “flourishing.”

The Sept. 24 follow up, “better self-enabling for better humanity we share” (much shorter) gathers all of my own themes from the first discussion and constellates that coherently (I hope).

My second discussion can be usefully read without reading my detailed dialogue with Waterman’s text, but the first is useful for understanding how the second emerged.

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whom are you?

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The reality of multiple approaches to understanding a notion (named by a concept) may evince wondering [1] why one chooses one approach over another (if one does so: one is “best”?); [2] why there are multiple approaches (why the pluralism); and [3] how best to understand a convening of the plurality (modeling conceptual evolving?).

For example: identity.

a sense of self-differential integrity

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Sept. 3

How might we better understand a highly flexible sense of oneself?

How might we best understand the academic appeal of such a question as realistically desirable?

Here’s another beginning: “thinking of ‘a diversity of selves’.”

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Sept. 5

And the story continues: “more diversity of selves”

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summer 2022

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Nothing new, but here I am. And gone again.

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August 13

“on not seeking followers”

Happy trails.

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July 30

I am enjoying myself—serious joy, developing themes offline (philological string theory?). Lots coming soon, but not yet.

strings of notes cohering trees

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Internet writing easily allows narrative strings to branch like a tree
(or field paths) in which one can get lost.

I guess one could theorize hypertext writing as a kind of string theory
of texted virtuality.

After all, phenomenology was always textual, always about there being this here between us, belonging together in there being our inevitably different stances on there being this same glyphicality—different presence of the same.

wanting telicity of appellant cohering

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The “Bibliophilia” page (Nov. 2021) gained a second section, “playing to a muse.” And I renamed the page.

OneSelf is not basically a matter of ‘subjectivity’

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A paragraph in “…still-flowering…” (below today) caused an intended short reference posting to become a long discussion.

Much as I’ve been influenced by Jürgen Habermas, I could never wholly endorse his thinking in part because of his attachment to “subjectivity” in the auspices of his centrally intersubjectivist conception of interaction.

So, see: I don’t forget sober discourse, even though I prefer conceptual play.

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...thus, concerted cultivationof current generations

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In tragic times, fidelity to still flourishing is the best response to re-realizing one’s mortality.

My new set of discursive episodes is a milestone. It’s composed of recent and new pages, altogether having variable conceptual difficulty and variable creative license—all part of being a protean kinda guy: “singularity of a still-flowering life.”

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