Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.

  • Friendship

    credit: Vangelis ” The Tao of Love “ (Bounced off: Butterfli’s ” I call you friend “) Friendship “It is my hope that you find peace It is my help that you have when you need It is my love that shall never end And it is all because I call you friend “ And…

  • Hearts of Snowmen

    Winter’s growing old, Snowmans’ heart is cold. Breezy wind’s a-bumpin’, Icy heart is thumpin’. Turn another morrow, Hollowing a furrow, Winter wind is sawing, Snowmans’ heart is thawing. Whistlin’ through the trees, Brings Snowmen to their knees, Taking on the pain, And touching every stain. Just before he fades, To all that God has made,…

  • The ugly little turtle

      The ugly little turtle For as long as he could remember, he had been there.Huddled together with his brothers and sisters, in their cozy, warm bed.But now, as he lay and listened to the sighing wind outside, the important chatterings of his siblings, and the restless storm inside his mind, he knew things were…

  • Bounce (1)

    BOUNCE (1) “This story was inspired by… “ Why does this phrase annoy me? Why should I allow five little words to make me contemplate a headlong rush to the nearest barf bag? It doesn’t seem right to have such a strong reaction. I should be more philosophical, and lead a more contemplative life. I,…

  • Decline and Fall (1)

    Decline and Fall of the…. Roman Empire? The ancient Roman gladiatorial sports… We’ve seen the movie. Maybe… even read the book. We all know… it was pretty brutal. I would suggest that these “sports ” were, in their own way, a damning verdict on their society. And not a good one. It spoke of the…

  • Last Night

    (This is a poem to a former lover, who died alone in a single vehicle car crash. We rode a motorbike for thousands of miles.) Last Night Last night, from far away, I thought I heard a distant sound, beckoning me, waking me, urgently calling me. It seemed to me it stirred an old memory…

  • Piano Lessons

    (I originally wrote this tongue-in-cheek story for “Writer’s Cafe “, deliberately full of all sorts of technical goblins, as a protest against the beatings I saw regularly being dished out by some remarkably haughty and unfeeling “popular ” writers, who sat in contemptuous judgment of struggling artists; it fell on deaf ears, and I eventually…

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