Joy. That is, perhaps, the true beginning of hedonism, as Aristippos intended it — a state which is truly there to elevate the spirit.
Joy has deep roots, and long, bushy branches.
Joy encompasses smiles and tears alike.
On a given Wednesday, my daughter crossed the Atlantic to be with my father. He had tears of joy.
The next Wednesday she crossed it back. His good-bye was the type used with a kiss before a short trip to the kiosk.
In regurgitating that memory, I celebrate a week, a moment, a man