Tag: gratitude
I think I just clocked the true nature …
I think I just clocked the true nature of gratitude. The thought came to me on the drive into Leamington Spa while I was listening to Conversations with God. I was thinking about prayer, and about the strange contradiction buried inside supplication. When I pray for something, there is often another sentence hiding beneath the...
There Are People Who Would Give Anything For Your Ability to Read and Write
In our current year, there is a global literacy crisis. As a result, there's a privilege in being able to read and write. Notes on Frederick Douglass, the problems you don't think about, and why the ability to write is something to be grateful for and use rather than take for granted.
Mille mercis à Edgar Morin
30 mai 2026, je viens d'apprendre la disparition d'Edgar Morin. Et je pense à lui avec gratitude
anniversary
writing this to get it out, can't let it live inside any more
Mothers
today is a hard day
30: Finding My Footing
My annual birthday essay on turning thirty: examining the cross-cultural agreement—from Confucius to the Hebrew Bible to Zoroaster—that thirty is when formation ends and function begins. My dark year of depression which turned out to be preparation rather than delay, and on writing 200,000 words since, which turned out to be the same thing.
Earning My Keep
On the poets who found different terrors inside the phrase 'earn my keep'—Jeong Ho-Seung, Brecht, Heather McHugh, Kim Hyesoon—and the theological dispute over whether grace can be deserved, turning thirty in borrowed time, and the nuthatches outside who do not know the feeder was set out for them.
That's Home. That's us.
We have the first human photograph of Earth from space in 54 years, and I can't help but meditate on what it means to be human on a fragile planet in 2026.
The Blogging Übermensch, or, Being the Luckiest Person on Earth
Exploring constitutive moral luck through Nagel and Williams alongside Nietzsche's Übermensch and amor fati, I reflect on the recursive gratitude I feel for who I constitutively am—and argue that blogging is a philosophical practice of self-overcoming: a daily, recursive Yes to existence.
12,000 Generations: On Deep Time, Grief, and the Body
Turning thirty during a breakup while the world unravels. Meditating on the 12,000 generations of homo sapiens that came before us, and what it means to be embodied in this particular moment of deep time.