Romantic love saturates the stories we watch, read and ponder. Denis De Rougemont, in his compelling Love in the Western World, says, “love and death, a fatal love—in these phrases is summed up, if not the whole of poetry, at least whatever is popular, whatever is universally moving in European literature.” Why?
Read MoreI gird my world with task-lists. When every moment is accounted for, I know I’m being productive, and I’m protected from crippling uncertainty around what comes next, or why it should. I scurry; we scurry, like a lot of ants, ticking tasks off.
Read MoreHow are we to respond to this complicated and intense suffering among us?
Read MoreI am a child of thinkers. Born in the post-Enlightenment West to scientist parents who wrote and solved logic puzzles for fun, I inherited a reverence for logic. Logic undergirded science, science explained things and I wanted explanations for everything.
Read MoreYou know, that view of the future where there’s a threshold of experiences and achievements to reach, beyond which you’re satisfied.
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