Stéphane Dreyfus

Joined June 2022

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Melanchoholic.

Struggling to obey the forgotten rules.

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Who Was my Friend Who is Gone?
It's hard to calculate the loss. I don't know anybody with whom I can discuss The esoteric things we liked. I'm still here and I have to roam a world
By Stéphane Dreyfus3 years ago in Poets
Secret Passages of the Heart
Occasionally life relents and, suddenly, I have space to reflect on the love I have for my family. I believe contemplations on the nature of love are easier when it is possible to examine this sought after emotion in a detailed, applied context. Like a complex mathematical theorem or scientific axiom, it may be easier to glean understanding of the thing if a concrete example presents itself.
By Stéphane Dreyfus3 years ago in Humans
Climbing Cherry Trees
There’s no good reason to climb the old cherry tree in the backyard. At least, there’s no good reason that I, as an adult, can bring to mind. I can remember clearly enough a time where I was small, light, and somewhat impervious to injury. I know that “the reason” that boy climbed the tree at least once a day was just a collection of barely related pieces of information. Raw statements about reality floating in a mind so light and motile that it could not really be thought of as a very cohesive string of consciousness. These "reason" pieces were related in that they had something to do with trees, but not necessarily with climbing them or not.
By Stéphane Dreyfus3 years ago in Humans
Somewhere in the Ten Directions
Body Somewhere in the ten directions there is a space for me. Encompassed by all of the directions there is empty space, A perfect reflection of me.
By Stéphane Dreyfus3 years ago in Poets
Birthday Wishes
I've enjoyed many birthdays so far. Not just my own of course, but perhaps too many of my own. Growing old may be a pleasant, even welcome, transformation for some, but I have not yet reached that level of beatitude. Still, I am developing a new enjoyment for birthdays, especially those of my son and his friends. Watching the young ones cavort, while recalling my own joy at birthday parties as a child, gives me a new kind of bliss in the present. I feel a gladness in my heart knowing that lovely memories are forming around ecstatic experiences.
By Stéphane Dreyfus4 years ago in Families
I Cannot Hear the Beating Heart
I Cannot Hear the Beating Heart I can recall the horrors of my misguided youth. Without effort, I turn the eye inwards, and revealed
By Stéphane Dreyfus4 years ago in Poets
The Self Inflicted Theft
I have been many things. But for a very long time I was a miserable curmudgeon, and a deeply selfish person. I had a handful of friends, but I was not against harming them for my own benefit from time to time.
By Stéphane Dreyfus4 years ago in Confessions
My Father's Ghosts
There is a great good fortune in having loving parents close at hand. There can be a great good fortune in the natural beauty and quality of the places in which we spend our youth. As a child, I could not properly appreciate these. I was unaware of just how fortunate I was until a friend of mine from college visited my childhood home. Seeing the view from my parents' balcony, seeing the verdant surroundings and large lot of the house, he said simply, "You do realize you grew up in a paradise?"
By Stéphane Dreyfus4 years ago in Confessions