Perhaps grief is its own answer. Its own genius. Maybe nothing needs to be added on. Not consolation. Not promise. Not glittery glimpses of a grief-less future. Maybe grief is a question, the asking of which we are too impoverished to know how to. Too fascinated by plot points and story and arrivals and endings …Continue Reading >>>

Why do we stray? Why, in spite of our most resolute determinations, do we traipse off well-beaten paths and yellow-brick roads? Is it a want of will? An ancient inheritance lurking in the sinister shadows of reason? A mortal flaw? Quantum determinism or the puerile trickery of a pantheon of gods? Or perhaps, all of …Continue Reading >>>

It is difficult not to think that until we are ready to face our demise, to embrace decay, to disintegrate in loamy abandon to the earth beneath our feet, to call back the foot soldiers we have deployed to the gates of our cities – the ones that hold back the sweeping swing of the …Continue Reading >>>

A bright morning beckons at the end of the tunnel. Yet, I am almost convinced that the next brilliant dawn over the landscapes of human experience will not emerge from our familiar attempts to scramble towards the light. Light is the grand container of the familiar, the holding space for the feasible – and the …Continue Reading >>>

Faith is the lack of resistance to what we hope is possible. Doubt is the awareness of those possibilities.