But I can put up links to stuff I’m wasting my time reading.
I guess I go to the wrong restaurants.
Popular culture is eating your brain. And it’s even ruining your appreciation of popular culture.
Meanwhile, here’s what I’m reading in print: From the introduction to Martin Buber’s Ecstatic Confessions:*
The commotion of our human life, which lets in everything, all the light and all the music, all the mad pranks of thought and all the variations of pain, the fullness of memory and the fullness of expectation, is closed to only one thing: unity.
And from his The legend of the Baal-Shem
“If a man has fulfilled the whole of the teaching and all the commandments, but has not had the rapture and the burning, when he dies and passes beyond, paradise is opened to him, but because he has not felt rapture in the world, he also does not feel it in paradise.” -
And that, kids, is why you should be a mystic.
And perhaps why a Woodstock Museum isn’t actually that bad an idea.
*San Francisco: Harper and Row, 1985. (Originally published as Ekstaische Konfessionen. Berlin: Eugen Diederichs Verlag , 1909.)
**New York: Schocken Books, 1969 (Published originally in German, 1908).