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Be Imperfect and DieBe imperfect, and die!Envy not the ancient constellations,With their stick-figure constancyfixed in the heavens.No! Forgive this conception and transcend it.Be a real constellation:Burning, ever-moving and gloriousfor your never-waiting, yourindifference to the supplicationof that old, inquiring organwhich churns inside youbut would petrify the churning.Be imperfect, and die!Envy not the ancient spring,which pushes life…
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A PrayerI offer to you, Lord, my confusion.I offer to you my extremes.Let me be as a sapling in the wind,bending to the vicissitudes of my mind,bending to the response of Your will.Let me see the gloryof a pine, deeply rooted:faith by nothing overturned.Help me to lookwith equanimity for truth;and to discoverthat my sight expands…
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The Three SingersI was brought downTo the place where all the world’s a poem, an art-garden,and all the people sculptors.Unwillingly admitted, in fact—a three-day sojourn among the cluttered, the broken-in.The fallen leaves, coloring still; not green again or yet(but greenness is self-serving anyhow).I met perchance three singers with one braided song.The song was mine, and…
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A WaveThere is a place, a starting point for thought,Where the wave is not a breath, nor an unseen excitation;A time when the ocean wave is entirely and only itself.Here I see the space is vast that isolates a lover,And turbulent the time that shakes the brittle tie of one to one.If I should cast…
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In the Buzzing of DragonfliesThere’s a manlike activity in the buzzing of dragonflies:Their darting and zipping,their pausing to evaluate, then flitting away toward gain.There’s economy, intention, drive.But our highest calling is not like this at all, but ratherthat through our eyes the Lord may view again His Garden;And by us stroll through His creationto find…
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The Mother Goes AheadMaiden, whither do you go,with your diadem of silver andyour ecru shantung robe?Won’t you stay a while and count with methe ways a net can hold a sphere,and whether it may flow?Else let me wander in your wake:Give to me hibiscus dress,hedge maple breast:And I will guard your taxa;And create myself by…
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I undertook the project of writing The Trinitarian Mystery beginning in May 2022 as a means of grappling with the experience of the onset of my bipolar disorder. I had a profound experience at the beginning of my first manic episode. I felt in my body an almost indescribable feeling of truth. It felt like…
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Today I find myself very tempted to resume my reading of The Road to Reality by Roger Penrose. This is a book that was first gifted to me by my fried Floriano in high school, because he knew about my affinity for physics. What he didn’t know is how this book would feature in my…
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Recently I was in Maine. I stood in the woods and really appreciated the weight of my own philosophy, my recovery from mental illness, and all that I have come to learn and unlearn. I used an app to check whether the trees I was looking at were yews or firs (they were balsam firs).…
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This post is a collection of quick thoughts. My goal in writing it is to come closer to an emotional resolution on the topic of fallibilism and the apparent problem posed by the reflexivity thereof. Does absolute certainty exist? First, one can never prove with absolute certainty that absolute certainty is not possible, because to…
