“Wood Grain Guitar” | Anthony Satori
“The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa.”
– William Blake
“Passion and Purpose” | Anthony Satori
“Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising every time we fall.”
– Confucius
It is healthy to approach whatever you are doing, in any given moment, with all of your energy and attention. This is what it means to be dedicated, to be engaged, to live life with passion and purpose. Do your very best, every day, and bring your entire self to whatever experience you are having, big or small, with the most optimism and joy that you can muster. This is the single best way to get the most out of life.
And then, if at times you feel like the results of your efforts have somehow failed to live up to some preconceived standard or another, it is just as important to simply be able to let this go. Tomorrow is another day. None of us is perfect. None of us even comes close. And even on top of this, we all have moments, days, weeks, even months, when we struggle even harder than usual with one thing or another. It is important, especially during these times, to be patient and kind with oneself. Show yourself the same love that you would want to show someone that you care deeply about: the love of accepting and appreciating yourself exactly how you are, right now, in this moment. Strive to be encouraging and supportive of your own Being, and to feel true gratitude for everything good in this moment. Doing this for yourself is vital to your own emotional, spiritual, and even physical health.
And, quite wonderfully, making this a practice – a structural, habitual feature of your own internal monologue – also helps one to develop and cultivate the empathy and compassion that it takes to be patient and kind with others, and to love them just as they are, in the same way. The bottom line is this: You do not have to be perfect to be perfectly worthy of love.

“Bloom” | Anthony Satori
“The Six Grandfathers have placed in this world many things, all of which should be happy. Every little thing is sent for something, and in that thing there should be happiness and the power to make happy. Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus we should do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.”
– Black Elk
“Golden Moon” | Anthony Satori
“You may have noticed that everything we do is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round. The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, because theirs is the same religion as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same, and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle, and so it is with everything where power moves.”
– Black Elk
“Piano Keys” | Anthony Satori
“I looked. George Shearing. And as always he leaned his blind head on his pale hand, all ears opened like the ears of an elephant. Then they urged him to get up and play. He did. Shearing began to play his chords; they rolled out of the piano in great rich showers, you’d think the man wouldn’t have time to line them up. They rolled and rolled like the sea. He played innumerable choruses with amazing chords that mounted higher and higher till the sweat splashed all over the piano and everybody listened in awe and fright. They led him off the stand after an hour. Shearing rose from the piano, dripping with sweat; these were his great days before he became cool and commercial. He went back to his dark corner, old God Shearing, and the boys said, ‘There ain’t nothing left after that.’ When he was gone, Dean pointed to the empty piano seat. ‘God’s empty chair,’ he said. God was gone; it was the silence of his departure. It was a rainy night. It was the myth of the rainy night.”
– Jack Kerouac
This text is my own compilation of two entirely separate accounts that Jack Kerouac wrote describing a single rainy night when he and “Dean” (Neal Cassady) watched George Shearing play piano at a jazz club. The more I combed through each of the two descriptions, the more I found them to be almost perfectly complimentary to each other. Eventually, it even started to seem as if Kerouac had deliberately structured them this way: consistently presenting certain elements of the experience in one description that he had left out of (or shaded differently in) the other, and vice versa. Being an avid appreciator of Kerouac’s descriptive writing, I became curious to see how the text would feel if I synthesized these two descriptions into one continuous narrative. It started as a creative exercise, but as I proceeded, it almost began to feel as if Jack had quite purposefully left this puzzle to be found and deciphered later by some especially attentive (and lucky) reader, and that I had by pure good fortune stumbled upon this riddle. Whether he did it on purpose or not, I do not know. But the combined story ended up coming together in such a compelling manner, I decided to share it with you here. I hope you enjoy!
