“A nihilist—that’s from the Latin "nihil", nothing, so far as I can judge. Therefore, the word denotes a man who doesn’t recognize anything?” Sadly, it does. The word’s etymology, should you be so fearless as to trace it to its root, shan’t lead you astray. It will, however, lead you to dark, morbid, and unnatural places, to a chthonic world out of which you’ll not easily climb. It’ll lead you to a realm emptied of meaning, and an existence stripped of life. The materialist, utilitarian, unpoetic, brooding Bazarov will welcome you to this ghastly terrain. 

When you return, as I hope you do, I’ll offer you my warmest Father’s Day wishes.

Song Of The Open Road by Walt Whitman | A Reading

Finneran’s Wake – where the ART OF CONVERSATION lives. 

Here, no topic is untouchable, no idea inadmissible, and no one too heretical to be heard. 

As the great French essayist Montaigne once said, “To my taste, the most fruitful and natural exercise of our minds is CONVERSATION. I find the practice of it the most delightful activity in our lives”. 

It certainly is the most delightful activity in my life. I want it to be so in yours as well. 

To that end, I humbly welcome you to my channel.

Here, we'll exercise our minds together. Here, we'll practice this delightful activity as friends. We'll engage, now and forever, in the art--the highest and most human art--of conversation! 

With affection,
Daniel