Call me at[masked] this evening if you have trouble finding the group at the CitiCorp building Atrium... Evan
“Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd,
No reckoning made, but sent to my account
With all my imperfections on my head…”
Hamlet: Act 1, Scene 5
Like Hamlet’s father, many lives come to premature ends, often quite abruptly, well before what we perceive as a natural end, before ‘things’ can be fulfilled, reconciled and resolved. But the very idea of a life cut short implies that life has, or should have, some kind of integrated wholeness. By nature of how our brains work, do we have no choice but to perceive coherent continuity as we pass through time? If so, does this continuity confer moral, spiritual or other kinds of meaning, purpose and value to our lives? If not – if one’s life is just ‘one event after another’ without a sense of cohesion – what does that kind of life feel like?
Evan has facilitated numerous such discussion groups over the years, and is in possession of a restless and inquisitive mind.