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STOIC POETRY | The season of philosophy
As a young man, my ideas resembled the ideas of others, and my writing was an imperfect transcription of what I'd learned. My time then...
Kurt Bell
Aug 13, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | The fact that we went—alone
I began my life as a young adult finding things along the way. I went out from the circumstance I knew into life which was not yet mine,...
Kurt Bell
Aug 12, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | When our finding days are done
Before I was alive I'm pretty sure I simply did not exist. Oh sure, the stuff of which I am made was around, and the energy which courses...
Kurt Bell
Aug 11, 20203 min read
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STOIC POETRY | Our life—
I'd stay where I am, like those before me, and those who are now with me. It is the smart thing to do. To settle down with work, and buy...
Kurt Bell
Aug 8, 20201 min read
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STOIC POETRY | The hole along the way
I've always been one to notice the hole in the fabric of humanity, where one may press through a finger to the place outside. You can...
Kurt Bell
Aug 7, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | The best seat in the house
I have long dreamed of a nice, personal room where I can work. A little office at home where I can set up a desk and chair and my stuff,...
Kurt Bell
Aug 6, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | A brief time to truly live
The Great Indifference exists wherever we are not distracted by ourselves. It is the substance of the universe that isn't—not empty...
Kurt Bell
Aug 5, 20203 min read
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STOIC POETRY | More to life than living
There is so much to occupy the time of life. So much to do. So many people to know, and love, and pass the time together with. One thing...
Kurt Bell
Aug 4, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | The virtue of temperance
For what reason is temperance a virtue? Why do the sages live in austerity, and the desert fathers forsake the world, and the poet love...
Kurt Bell
Aug 3, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | Knowing when to stop watching
It is not easy to not watch someone else struggling with life. I am not referring to not seeing them struggle, but not watching them do...
Kurt Bell
Aug 1, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | Words like flowers upon a table
Words are like clay in the hands of a potter, who might pound together a rough cup and offer it "here!" as an implement of utility. And...
Kurt Bell
Jul 31, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | Adrift across a desert night
In his book Walden, specifically in the chapter titled "The Ponds", Henry David Thoreau describes the seasons and moods of Walden Pond as...
Kurt Bell
Jul 30, 20203 min read
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STOIC POETRY | Remembering my people at dawn
Morning is a time to remember the people in our lives. If not our very first thought, then at least after we are fully awake. Recall each...
Kurt Bell
Jul 29, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | The road into night
Such a long hike to get here, now. The place where I set out from is invisible beyond those distant hills, a memory of setting out from a...
Kurt Bell
Jul 28, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | A prison of consequence
I keep forgetting - fooling myself, really - that I could be in any circumstance other than the one in which I find myself now. It's fun...
Kurt Bell
Jul 27, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | The way things are likely to be
Our personal nature is our most visible evidence that our will is never fully free: as how many forces of my personal being - my...
Kurt Bell
Jul 26, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | Walking the shore with seashells in my hand
I have such a small and precious set of values - objectives and principles to guide my life. So very few. Each one is precious to me, as...
Kurt Bell
Jul 23, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | Arguing with myself over free will
How best might I prove myself wrong? I have this suspicion, not quite yet a belief perhaps, that free will is an illusion. How can I...
Kurt Bell
Jul 20, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | Swimming to a park bench by the sea
I swam yesterday in the sea. I swam possibly too far yesterday in the sea, as I am today quite worn and spent. I expect that this is a...
Kurt Bell
Jul 18, 20202 min read
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STOIC POETRY | Such a life to live
How much more decorous a possession than honest self-reflection; though there is nothing to see in such wealth besides the owner's...
Kurt Bell
Jul 15, 20201 min read
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