Child: Where does God live? Ancient Man: On the highest peak of the holy mountain, shrouded in cloud and fire, distant and thunderous. The path there is treacherous for the living. Medieval Man: Child, God does not live on this mountain or that, but in the highest heaven - the unmoved and outermost sphere within... Continue Reading →


One of my new favorite authors, Joshua Gibbs, wrote somewhere (I wish I could remember where) about how the purpose of each stage of life is to prepare for the next. I remember that Gibbs was writing about high school and teenagers, so he was also saying it another way: enjoying the present moment is... Continue Reading →

Known & Loved

I would like to introduce you to my niece. Say hello to Mary. Mary is six and a half years old and was born with a very rare genetic disorder called CardioFacioCutaneous Syndrome (CFC). Don't worry if you have never heard of it. According to one estimate, there are fewer than 500 known cases in... Continue Reading →

Siren Songs and Countermelodies

I had a birthday this week. Normally I would not mention it in this kind of public space. I hesitate to do so even now lest anyone think that I'm fishing for extra birthday attention. I'm not. That said, I turned 41 on Thursday. The fact is relevant to this post because it is an... Continue Reading →

On Scrubbing Tubs

It is not too much to say that I have scrubbed more tubs in the last three months than I have in the previous fifteen years. "What does this mean?" I hear you ask. "Are you really scrubbing more than normal now? Or did you just never scrub your tub until now?" The truth is... Continue Reading →


If "Hope's the thing with feathers," Then surely it's a mocker -That cocks its impish head and tauntsEach dark, despairing hour - Sore tossed upon the waves, I've cried, "All's lost! Life comes undone - "When "Lost - life comes!" - I hear it chirp -My voice - transformed by one - Who jibes the... Continue Reading →

River Trip 2019

A while back, I wrote a post describing Time as the graph on which we map the trajectory of all action. It isn't the force or the line, only the measure. Not the body or the motion, only the medium. Not the actor or the play, only the stage. An ever changing stage. A river.... Continue Reading →

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