The phrase “art of living” can have an aestheticist ring to it. Life becomes a “work of art,” a self-conscious dramatization. Someone concerned about the “art of living” may well forget to be concerned with living itself. Of course, self-forgetfulness is part of the art, but that’s another story. In short, “art of living” can seem Cartesian; the self stands outside his projects and relations to make sure it all works, putting a little fleck of paint here, knocking off... Read more