The Rise of Sophia | Part 4 “I love those who love me, and those who seek me diligently find me.” —Proverbs 8:17, the Words of Wisdom herself I spent years hiding behind trees—fig leaves of achievement, carefully constructed personas. But there was one place where I did not hide….
“When the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was a delight to the eyes, and that the tree was desirable to make one wise, she took from its fruit and ate; and she gave also to her husband with her, and he ate.” —…
On Being Audited by Machines (and the Humans Who Think Like Them) “The machine is not to be feared. The machine is to be used. What is to be feared is the human being who uses the machine like a machine.” — Wendell Berry I spend my days buried in…
After my dream yesterday morning—the one with the alligator and the caramel popcorn—I did my usual routine: water with apple cider vinegar, sea salt, lemon juice, and a couple of coffees. Then something else came to me. The left brain processes language, sequence, logic. The right brain processes wholes, patterns,…
A Dream, a Dog, and What It Taught Me About Consciousness I opened my eyes this morning and a thought was already there, fully formed: Consciousness is a word. And if we did not have that word, we would not know what it is. The moment I thought it, I…
“Where are you?” — Book of Genesis 3:9 I’m writing a book. Not just any book. The story. Call it An Odyssey, from antiquity to modernity. It began as a conversation between two parts of myself. One part spoke first. “I’m not very smart,” it said. “But I ask a…
“I am not fighting a bad habit. I am re-enacting a 5,000-year-old systems failure.” — Wendy Williamson My last essay ended with the algorithm live in my chest. The Auditor had won. He’d silenced the Steward, deleted the offering (my essay that received no likes or comments), and deemed the…
“I posted an offering from my heart. The algorithm returned an error. This is the oldest story we know.” —Wandering Truthweaver I write an essay. I work on it, shaping and reshaping it, pouring something I believe is true into the vessel of words. My heart is in it. I…
THE LOST CENTER OF CIVILIZATION | PART 7 “What you are called to is not a new set of beliefs, but a recovery of memory.” — An Ancient Christian Maxim We have traced the arc of a hollowing civilization. In the first six parts, we witnessed the inversion of social…
“We have a tragic history of making tragic history, and then pretending it didn’t happen.” — James Howard Kunstler I’ve been reading Jim Kunstler’s World Made by Hand novels. For those who haven’t, they’re set in a not-too-distant future upstate New York after the total collapse of modern systems—peak oil,…
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