Why I cannot–even if I wanted to–throw myself a surprise birthday party

Here is how the post opens:

In the middle of September, I left my desert home in Southern California in order to teach a weeklong course at Kaos Pilots, a social entrepreneurship school based in Aarhus, Denmark, on the way of cultivating discipline lightly. Penciled in on the schedule for Wednesday morning was a learning session which I had sheepishly, yet accurately, entitled, ‘Not to Be Announced.’

What came to pass was a 45-minute improvisation session–unrehearsed, unreproducible, and impossible to recall then as now–in which I sought to dramatize a sense of surprise in the perplexed audience. One joke fell readily enough off my tongue: ‘As much as I would like to, I simply cannot throw myself a surprise birthday party.’

You can read the rest of the post at The Philosophical Foundation:


Either death is something for us, or else it is nothing for us…

1. Either death is something for us, or else it is nothing for us.

2. If death is something for us, then we can either go along with it, or we can resist it.

2.1. If we resist it, then we will be filled with strife and ultimately we will lose.

2.2. If we go along with it, then we and it must be one.

3. If death is nothing for us, then we and it have nothing in common.

3.1. Having nothing in common, we can be nothing for it, and it can do nothing to us.