It’s that time of year. Along with falling leaves and spiced cider, I find myself thinking often about these words from the German idealist Arthur Schopenhauer: “The life of the individual is at bottom only borrowed from that of the species.”
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Making Peace with Imperfection
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.” Thus begins Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73, and I think of it every autumn–but most of all in the weeks that moveContinue reading “Making Peace with Imperfection”
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