On living with ambiguity

Those of you familiar with the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator will recall that its end letter comes down to either a P or a J, denoting perception vs judgment modalities.  P types can tolerate, if not thrive on, open-ended movies.  Conversely, J’s like their movies to end with all the pieces in place.  As essentially an everyday existentialist, I’ve always found bonafide certainty elusive.  Thus, I … Continue reading On living with ambiguity

Of Emily Dickinson and Spring Blooms

The opening and the Close Of Being, are alike Or differ, if they do, As Bloom upon a Stalk–(1089) I’ve always liked Emily Dickinson’s poetry.  She has this pithy way of putting things in a few, well-chosen words; a prism mind that turns things over for a thorough look; a quiet defiance that goes its own way with surprisingly modern skepticism;  a willingness to break … Continue reading Of Emily Dickinson and Spring Blooms

Finding serenity

I mentioned in a recent post how I’ve been reading Natame Soseki’s The Gate. I’m nearing the end now and just came upon the protagonist, Sosuke, ruminating that “he must find a way to attain serenity in life, given his many troubles and high anxiety.” Serenity, I had almost forgotten this word I used to bounce around in my thoughts like a rubber ball.  I think it … Continue reading Finding serenity