love
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Love for the other is manifest in the degree to which the consideration of the other’s good (and by “good” I mean the subjective “good-to-that-other”) factors into one’s decision-making. One can think of a decision as an optimization process: maximize Objective(d) subject to Constraints(d), where d is the decision variable of interest. The objective may…
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This post is intended to introduce and summarize the main concepts presented in my book, The Trinitarian Mystery: Escaping Solipsism. Process is meaningless without objects that interact, but a world of objects alone is a world without content. There must be nodes AND edges. There are three models that I have found particularly fruitful that…
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When the Light’s Indigo (On Heaven and Hell)Relaxing a fistthat you didn’t know was closed.Radishes—how they wave their magenta redsThrough photon fields to find me.How mother’s voice gets softer when she sings.Where will I go when the light’s indigo?(and oh what a silly thing to say)But while I am still, you can bet thatBrick by…
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To See and Be Seen It is a burden to be seen. Does she stare at people too long because she is trying to see herself in their eyes? And what does she see there? It is a treasure to be seen. In her I see a brook, carving gently, slowly Soothing with a crisp…
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We Lose Sight of it in Small TownsWe lose sight of it in small towns.In the forest it is clearWhat tension grips the heartwoodAs bustling the leavesAnd desperately the roots reach out—To live, To take, To change.What difference it would makeIf I could live half so ardentlyAs once I loved you. This is one of…
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Baby birdBaby birdOn the sidewalk;Gone so young, never feathered;Once encased, never fettered—Through your intercession:Let my death be like yours—in a whisper;To a hymn sung by mi familia;For my tomb the whole world.And let them sing unto new millennia:Those who flew that I may try to fly, whoLanded that I may find ground.Let them sing, then…
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A MeatballI fold my napkin gingerly, like it’s afraid of my touch.There are so many sounds in the wall it’s like a quiet river.The cold outside makes our warmth more fragile, and that’s just as well.Scarcity creates value, I suppose.The thing is, my thoughts are broadcast commentary,since there is no other way. Of course,the Grand…
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And What of All This Swirling?And what of all this swirling?To see life always in reflectionOn the eye to which I hold myselfAnd when until its stopping?Can I hold for longer stillWith all I know awash?And essence—what to knowAnd what to let slip through—When will it matter?Time—to hold and time forAll. But what—and more,For whom?…
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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…
The Trinitarian Mystery 