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The other day I stopped into one of those little shops where the books are all donated—shelves full of other people’s finished sentences waiting for another reader. I wandered along the aisles and sure enough two books caught my eye. Something in the titles or maybe the subject matter—I don’t even remember now. What I…

There’s something almost tender about admitting …….. I want to know. And yet… I only know from where I’m sitting. That’s it. That’s the whole human predicament in one sentence. We don’t get to float above reality with some cosmic drone camera. We see from inside a body. Inside a biography. Inside a nervous system…

It’s worth mentioning again… There is a lot of conflicting information told by individuals who believe what they experience is real. From where they stand it makes perfect sense. Their experience lines up with their understanding, their memories, their interpretation of events. To them it forms a rational picture. Yet from the outside, hearing these…

“Real people, living in real times, trying to make sense of it all”. That may be the simplest and most honest doorway into understanding the Bible. The writers were not detached observers of eternity. They were participants in history. They lived through wars, exile, empire, political pressure, family life, drought, harvest, hope, despair, and those…

The beginning of a day feels different than the closing of a day. Almost like two different atmospheres living inside the same twenty-four hours. Morning carries a kind of openness to it. The story of the day hasn’t happened yet. Nothing has collided with us. No conversations, no tensions, no surprises, no small joys or…

Allow me one more lap around the idea of Absolute. Because……. I have come to suspect — gently, not dogmatically — that at the core of all this… everything… there is not a scattering of parts or pieces but a single, seamless All. Not a giant object floating somewhere beyond the galaxies. Not a cosmic…

Sometimes I wonder about all the noise of the world. The endless commentary, the arguments, the opinions, the explanations layered on top of everything. Turn on the news, open a book, listen to people talk long enough and you realize we live inside a constant stream of interpretation. Everyone explaining what things mean. Everyone choosing…

Broken people carry broken stories. Not broken in the sense that nothing remains… but broken in the sense that the pieces don’t quite line up anymore. Life happens in fragments. Moments remembered one way, felt another, explained a third. Experiences pile up faster than understanding does. So we do what humans do — we try…

At some point, whether we admit it or not, we choose a metaphor and build a house inside it. Seed. Field. Father. Kingdom. Energy. Evolution. Simulation. Absolute. Each one becomes scaffolding. Not the sky — just the scaffolding we use to reach toward it. And here’s the quiet honesty underneath it all: we don’t know…

Each of us carries a story that feels singular, personal, almost isolated. Yet when you step back a little, it becomes clear that none of our stories exist by themselves. They are stitched together from inherited language, borrowed ideas, family histories, cultural myths, fragments of memory, and the interpretations we place on what happens to…