Jun 5, 2004

Broodng on the darkness in the deep

“What are you doing Dan” she asked, and then, playfully, “philosophizing?”

I was sitting on the church steps, fingers massaging my jaw, starting in the street I didn’t see, trying to sort out the examples on meaning and reduction, going over color reduced to wave length and an orchestra reduced to pressure variations and wondering why those seem different than heaviness reduced to weight or a story reduced to it’s point, trying to remember how Heidegger said “undisclosed” and “unexplained.”

“Is that a word? Philosophizing?”

“Yes,” I say, "but philosophizing is kind of flippant, kind of – ah, a thinking that isn’t concerned. That can go home at night.”


“I’m brooding. When I do philosophy I brood.”