The sky and water are crisp and clear, as Autumn mornings crossing the New York harbor should be. I leave the Staten Island Ferry and see the beggars out in force this morning. More aggressive today, they insist on a toll to pass into the subway. I avert my eyes…

Posted on September 28, 2020 by Kim Broadie It was the Summer of 1974. Mornings I entered the world of Sri Aurobindo, or the Adventure of Consciousness. Evenings I worked the night shift at Hussmann Refrigerator Company assembling checkout counters in the dimly lit cavern of a factory. At midnight…

I was knocked unconscious in a car crash when I was in high school. It happened in 1971, a few days after the announcement of the death of Jim Morrison in Paris. I was barreling down a dirt road in the hills of Missouri. …

Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe it’s some unclassified aphasia that makes me take stupid questions seriously. What IS? Now that’s a stupid one. Obviously it’s the hot dog I just bought from the truck. It’s the construction of a new building on the corner of 14th Street…

No, not that kind of will. Not the lawyer’s kind. Nor is it what we normally think of as will, as in pumping up my will and determination to do 100 pushups today and everyday. Willpower. But not that either. Schopenhauer uses the term to name the in-itself. Being. His…

SidewalkToronto — A City Redesigned by Kim A. Broadie Fifth Estate # 406, Spring, 2020 The Internet wasn’t supposed to be like this. …