Because my existential hubris is so enormous, I am going to tell you why I think we are here: we are here to identify with the suffering. Buddha will tell you that “life is suffering,” or “there is suffering” (they sound different to me, but both imply a very human denial of the existence ofContinue reading “Reason for Being”
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Vilifying the Other Side Will Not Solve Our Problems: A Post About Peace
Most of us have been through a hell of a lot. We are pretty clear who did it and what was done to us. We know what we do and don’t like. We know who we’re mad at and why. And we can all agree we hate Nazis, for instance. It is my opinion thatContinue reading “Vilifying the Other Side Will Not Solve Our Problems: A Post About Peace”
What On Earth
Today. Yesterday. The day before yesterday. They were a little much. Yes, today is already a little much. I can’t sleep, and the sleep aids are just giving me a sour stomach, and not sleep. Politics. They really get under one’s skin, even when we’re not involved in them. I was wondering today why peopleContinue reading “What On Earth”
Self Pity, a Poem by Alma Hall
I would like a red carpet into Heaven for all that I’ve done, A flying carpet into Heaven for all that I’ve done, And when it’s hard in Heaven, and when I’m angry in Heaven, I would like to sit in a cherry tree and eat and touch the clouds. I may forgive you butContinue reading “Self Pity, a Poem by Alma Hall”
Heaven and Earth in Jest: Hope Springs in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
The first time I read Annie Dillard, it was aloud with my college roommate. She had read Dillard before. She asked if we could read it together. My college roommate was awkward like me, and had odd requests at times for oddly intimate experiences like reading together. This was something few other people asked fromContinue reading “Heaven and Earth in Jest: Hope Springs in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek”
Love Is Not All
My stepdad used to tell me that I thought life happened somewhere between “once upon a time” and “happily ever after,” even though I used to pride myself on being “realistic” about my romantic prospects in particular. I have come as close to being a-romantic and asexual as possible without identifying as such. I stillContinue reading “Love Is Not All”
