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Tuesday, December 22, 2020

Why we grow happier as we grow older

"One has to spend so many years in learning how to be happy."

George Eliot died 140 years ago today, leaving us some tremendous literature and her lived lesson in why we grow happier as we grow older: https://t.co/WfRKMgNwUs
(https://twitter.com/brainpicker/status/1341452643466678273?s=02)

Friday, December 18, 2020

What Is Death?

How the pandemic is changing our understanding of mortality.

Beyond fear and isolation, maybe this is what the pandemic holds for us: the understanding that living in the face of death can set off a cascade of realization and appreciation. Death is the force that shows you what you love and urges you to revel in that love while the clock ticks. Reveling in love is one sure way to see through and beyond yourself to the wider world, where immortality lives.
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/12/18/opinion/coronavirus-death.html?smid=em-share

Monday, December 14, 2020

Spinoza's path

A new book suggests that modern readers can still follow the path of reason that Spinoza traced to true well-being, but they might not want to. https://t.co/gaUheugfdw
(https://twitter.com/BostonReview/status/1338672639343292416?s=02)

Sunday, December 13, 2020

Buddshit

From "How to Live a Good Life" (Pigliucci & Cleary)-

"Every spiritual tradition is prone to bullshit on its own behalf. "Buddshit" is simply distinctively Buddhist bullshit. The claim that Buddhism was the path to happiness was Buddshit..." Owen Flanagan

Library Books: A Small Antidote to a Life of Perpetual Dissatisfaction

A little realism goes a long way in a world where the next book purchase, the next apartment, the next significant other promise to finally deliver the goods.

"Library-induced realism is a great thing, one that can do much to increase your happiness. Because the world in which you are perpetually under the impression that the next book purchase, the next apartment, the next significant other will be the one that finally delivers the goods is not a life of happiness. It is a life of perpetual dissatisfaction, a life of thin and sugary highs followed by long and unenlightening lows. The library is, with its careworn and temporary offerings, as lovely and as poignant a reminder of our actual human condition as the tides or a forest in fall. To quote Penelope Fitzgerald (whose books are well worth owning): “Our lives are only lent to us.”
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/12/08/magazine/public-libraries.html?smid=em-share