At times I do get into philosophical thought.
While I’m not into philosophers, occasionally something does make me think more deeply. When I was at NYU, we were told to write an essay about our philosophy of life – I remember thinking – but do I even have a philosophy of life? Perhaps that was always one of my defects. I didn’t ask myself questions about the world around me, about who I was or who I wanted to be or do. I was too passively accepting. Even so I did end up being a watcher, I did assimilate ideas and appreciate them, such as the following from Heidegger, who is on the whole much too abstruse for me. A particularly intellectual friend of mine had used this quote in referring to pitchers that hold wine, the shape of the pitcher that is not in a sense what shapes its contents but that is the other way around.
Could this be applied to myself? There is emptiness, a void, which is given shape by the maker. But then who is the maker?
A fascinating thought, but way beyond my capabilities of analysis:
“The potter grasps above all and constantly that which cannot be held of emptiness, and turns it into that which holds in the shape of the container.
The vessel’s thingness does not lie at all in the material of which it consists, but in the void that holds.”
Erika Bizzarri 
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Certainly food for thought.
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I do like that observation that it is not the pitcher that gives form to the wine but the other way around. I’ve encountered that thought somewhere before but I don’t remember where – not while assiduously studying Heidegger, I confess! That aside, there is something deeply pleasing in the shape of a rounded jug. I broke the handle off just such a jug yesterday. It was inexpensive but exactly the best shape to give pleasure every time we used it. However, I fixed it: I repaired it with superglue this morning.
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