An encounter between our hero and a stranger on a hilltop. An observatory, the creaking sounds of telescopes moving in the dark, the white domes the only things visible in the pine forest. Creeping in along the road past the locked gate, no cars allowed – light pollution. The door-keeper to…
Indeed, fully reliable love can only be the resurrected life of one who has died for the beloved ones. Contemporary society speaks much of ‘unconditional’ love, and is always disappointed. If I commit myself in love, I may die of it. If I do not, my love remains uncertain; if…
I was emailed this beautiful little essay by the convenor of a workshop I’m participating in next week. It’s on the value of discussing ideas with others rather than trying to work things out alone. The final paragraph on the foolishness of examinations is a particular highlight. Long-live…
An Idolators Christmas He was born into a plastic trough filled with hypo-allergenic straw. The waxy rose hues of his new-minted cheeks were hand painted by Santa’s elves. O Plastic Jesus O Son of It’s easy, speaking our loose-minded language, to slap the label ‘impossible’ on all sorts…