Sublime

He’s an architect’s architect; he told me he’s interested in how buildings can help do the metaphysical work of what the philosopher Martin Heidegger called true dwelling—a social triad made of people, one to another and in their environments.

Her world, however, did seem flat rather than round and full.

evanescent

community formation

a constellation of her interests and passions and ambitions and love of beauty.

The poetry of earthen life cannot reach its fullness on a computer screen, or even in the synapses of our magnificent intellect. Our hearts are formed of a wilder clay.

Douglas R. Hofstadter, whose ten-year-old Gödel, Escher, Bach shows few signs of fatigue. Several years ago the Club, not even blinking at the title, offered his Metamagical Themas: Questing for the Essence of Mind and Pattern, which ponders such imponderables as the nature of human creativity and the limits of artificial intelligence.

Henry David Thoreau, one of the great explorers of his time, reminded himself in his journal, “It matters not where or how far you travel—the farther commonly the worse—but how much alive you are.

“Our great secret is Wuling Yang.”