Going Alone

Before I was alive I'm pretty sure I simply did not exist. Oh sure, the stuff of which I am made was around, and the energy which courses...

Emily has produced another drawing for the book. This is an image of The Path of Wildness, which begins and ends nowhere, and is the...

I'd stay where I am, like those before me, and those who are now with me. It is the smart thing to do. To settle down with work, and buy...

I've always been one to notice the hole in the fabric of humanity, where one may press through a finger to the place outside. You can...

I have long dreamed of a nice, personal room where I can work. A little office at home where I can set up a desk and chair and my stuff,...

The Great Indifference exists wherever we are not distracted by ourselves. It is the substance of the universe that isn't—not empty...

There is so much to occupy the time of life. So much to do. So many people to know, and love, and pass the time together with. One thing...

For what reason is temperance a virtue? Why do the sages live in austerity, and the desert fathers forsake the world, and the poet love...

In his book Walden, specifically in the chapter titled "The Ponds", Henry David Thoreau describes the seasons and moods of Walden Pond as...

Morning is a time to remember the people in our lives. If not our very first thought, then at least after we are fully awake. Recall each...

Such a long hike to get here, now. The place where I set out from is invisible beyond those distant hills, a memory of setting out from a...

I keep forgetting - fooling myself, really - that I could be in any circumstance other than the one in which I find myself now. It's fun...

I expect my consciousness is a connect-the-dots affair; a consequence of some trillions of atoms gathered and enlivened through the...

I wonder how far down the tree of life consciousness goes? Like us, dogs are clearly aware of themselves relative to the world, and can...

It is said that good actions are their own reward; bearing an immediate and lasting fruit of nearly tangible well-being unto at least the...

Emotions are a curious thing to ride upon. They jump and jostle and jolt and then rest, before picking up again and tossing all about. As...

October 27, 2019 Dear Eric, Nice try, that... Though maybe you will have the last laugh. But I think you left us on the promise of...

How much distance do we travel when we stand still? How far and fast do we go while asleep in our beds? And how hasty our journey even...

October 23, 2019 Dear Eric, The subject of life meaning never crossed our young minds. We were perhaps simply too young then. Our...

October 22, 2019 Dear Eric, Our talks back then were so full of optimism. Our youth spoke only of life, and of the optimistic promise of...