I recall one college philosophy professor distinctly making the claim that the trouble with our culture is that we have lost the ability to repose in idleness. Without a certain latitude to our purposeful anxiety, he argued, the mind would never be receptive to new insights. Each and every piece of mental energy instead gets placed into the service of the almighty agenda.
To counter our collective addiction to living by the list, I’m about to keep a promise to myself in celebration of this Labor Day weekend and in memory of that obscure philosopher. It’s one I’d like to think you’ll make yourself as well. I’m going to take a nap.
Now where’s that pillow?


A gathering of solitaries
Openings and Closings