the clouds were our home
the sky our roads
the stars our friends
the lightning our bedside lamp
the rumble of thunder our love song
the night our bed
the moon our dream
the sun our hope…
Husband, father, philosopher and medievalist, I split my time between the continent – where my family lives – and the green Albion – where I work –, going back and forth from English to Swiss German, from my pad to my home, from the 13th century university and thought debates to modern Thomism.
Quote(s) of the Month
A person that started in to carry a cat home by the tail was getting knowledge that was always going to be
useful to him, and warn't ever going to grow dim or doubtful
Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer Abroad
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The philosopher is Nature’s pilot. And there you have our difference: to be in hell is to drift, to be in heaven is to steer
George Bernard Shaw, Man and Superman
Once, Zhuang Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Zhuang Zhou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakable Zhuang Zhou. But he didn't know if he was Zhaung Zhou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterlfy dreaming he was Zhuang Zhou.