The Heartache 
-Warren Zevon

Shadows falling in the noonday sun
Blue feeling to the maximum
Look what happens when you love someone
And they don't love you

The heartache
The risk you run
The chance you take
When you love someone
And the sorrow
For the lonely one
When the heartache comes

Never thought I'd be alone like this
Guess I should have been a realist
That' ( Read more... )

I just finished reviewing The Scientific Worldview. At 20,000 words, it is the longest document I have ever written. And I really must say, "Thank God it's over!"

It's been taking up quite a bit of my time. What started out as an errant comment on a blog with no respectful reference to the subject matter, by mid-May, had ballooned into a quest to ( Read more... )

            Last night, surrealism ruled my dreams. I was with my dad and sisters, driving down Headrick Road (where we no longer live). The sky was that 7/8-cloudy, dark swirl you get right before a big thunderstorm. I was looking at the sky when suddenly one of the clouds started to flash yellow. I continued looking as the flashes got bigger and ( Read more... )

Desperate and tear-jerking like this, or not at all:

I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need ( Read more... )

Here's an interesting story:

How the Magister Ludi got his name.

If any of you get the chance, read The Glass Bead Game by Hermann Hesse. I read it in December 2004 when I was finishing up my first semester of college at WSU.  Castalia is a province in 23rd century Germany for the intelligencia. Early in life Joseph Knecht knew he was ( Read more... )

On June 30th 2005, J.T., the Magister Ludi, wrote:

"Consider...that we might all be alone after all, and there's no hope for not being lonely. What are the consequences...? Rather than struggle to preserve your lie...what if you accepted that you are alone and that you are lonely? How is realizing [it] any different than living in ignorance...? You' ( Read more... )

I've decided that doctors are getting away with too much. They make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year and often have a smug, self-righteousness about themselves. They're often atheists. They treat patients (particularly those with terminal diseases) like means, annoyed either that they're not healthy enough, or that they're going to die--this ( Read more... )

We are sinners in the hands of an angry God.

Something that looks more ridiculous with every passing day is the façade of normalcy and “business as usual.” We live our lives in fear of paper lions when real ones-that we try our best to ignore-stand outside the paper walls of our tall towers. We fritter day-in, day-out over what the boss will think ( Read more... )

The last train is nearly due,
The underground is closing soon,
And in the dark deserted station,
Restless in anticipation,
A man waits in the shadows.

His restless eyes leap and scratch,
At all that they can touch or catch,
And hidden deep within his pocket,
Safe within its silent socket,
He holds a colored crayon.

Now from the tunnels stony womb,
The ( Read more... )

One Tin Soldier (The Legend of Billy Jack)
by Lambert-Potter, sung by Coven
 Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead ( Read more... )