Technology, silence, and the question of why anything is I. The question returns There is a question that every serious mind eventually walks into, the way one walks into a wall in the dark. Leibniz framed it first as a demand for sufficient reason: why is there something rather than
In a town that lay along a wide green river there lived a wood-carver who married a weaver; and in the first year of their marriage they could not stop looking at each other. He would glance up from his bench and find her watching him, and she would
There is a kind of peace you can reach on the cushion that does not survive the drive home. You sit. The mind quiets. The irritations of the morning loosen their grip, the wanting thins out, and for a while you rest in something clean and wide that feels like