Long-ish Form

Being human is a complicated business. It is not impossibly complicated; we have, after all, been managing for millennia. That said, we’ve been arguing over what “being” human means for almost as long. It is in no way a monolith. The types of experiences we have vary so greatly, and our minds are so bad at processing magnitude, that we can’t fathom what most of those experiences could even be, much less what they are. Of course we share a great deal in common: our hearts whic

A series of writings that I didn't rewrite, the raw mind edit. Here are the rules: You can panic, but only for one night. After that, it's time to grind it out. You have to move with urgency, no hesitation, just action.  What about mindfulness? What about moving in flow? Yeah, I mean that’s cute but it's not going to get you what you want? Moving in the flow is for dreamers and the privileged, neither of which I can afford to or pretend to be. But you are a dreamer. The dre

Ocean waves,  Smiles that dress up dead eyes,  Oak trees in their death knell at autumn's core,  Bellyaching laughter born of yearning and desire:  Here are only a few of her ten-thousand faces. Grief is a beauty, dressed in steel and lace, oleander bedecking her hair. Her cheeks are full, her arms are strong and supple, her legs corded but soft; she is a master of disguise. Grief wears many faces, for she is the many faced god. We westerners get Grief all wrong.