The Erotic Intelligence of Logic

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Rationality, if you ask me, is deeply erotic. Commander Spock, that cool monument of logic, never had to flex muscles or shout in stadiums to attract attention. His power was quieter: the sharp eyebrow, the stillness of someone who has calculated every path through chaos and chosen the least destructive. Rationality, in its true form, is the art of long-term seduction — the kind that promises civilization itself might survive … Read the rest

Dream On

By Eric Le Roy

It is the business of dreams to solve dream-problems. That’s why they come forth in the mind of the vulnerable sleeper, in the twirling nebula and radiant nimbus of a slumber. They conjure a world, and that world spins. But dreams usually slip out the back door when sleep lifts, don’t they? They are the best of all burglars, and as they vanish, they take your Read the rest

Hostels Of The Humans             

By Eric Le Roy

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“Hotel rooms inhabit a separate moral universe.”

– Tom Stoppard

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Human beings stop at many points of connection. What they discover at these watering holes of the spirit defines the glory and carnage of their lives. I’ve watched people disappear into the dark and reemerge sometime later, as I have, and probably to many of the same places – in substance, if not in Read the rest

The Age of Noise

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There are times in history when truth ceases to be a shared currency and becomes instead a matter of personal taste. Ours is such a time. The new sovereigns of the modern world is not reason, not faith, not even fear — it is noise. Endless, pulsating, self-replicating noise.

The leaders of this age is not a builders of systems but destroyers of meanings. They discovered that words need not … Read the rest

Autumn’s Little Baron

By Eric Le Roy

  A couple of days ago, my wife and I took our young Ridgeback Retriever, Baron, for a long autumnal walk near a monastery up in the hills here in Varna. Toward sundown, when a faint mist wettens the twilight air, then sinks, mixing fallen leaves and black earth into pliable sod, tramping along this multi-colored corridor gives great pleasure. Not many people are about – a … Read the rest