For the last seven years, my New Year’s resolution has stayed the same: talk less. This isn’t because I’m a particularly rambunctious interlocutor. In fact, I tend to be one of the quieter ones. My resolution endures because I think …
Last week, I spoke to a friend about the virtues of meditating one’s pinky finger. We were considering the tyranny that is staring down a horizon with unanchored feet and the nausea that is lightness without heaviness. We elected to …
What is living a life of principles if not making a series of comparisons? In determining that some lifestyle confers greater benefits on oneself than another, one must compare the two lifestyles, weigh their virtues and vices and choose a …
I’ll first note (though I’m not sure this is a necessary or useful allotment of my word count) that I write as a Christian and, more generally, as a believer. Consequently, the following reflections may not resonate with much of …
Kurt Vonnegut’s novel “Mother Night” is the story of an American spy, Howard W. Campbell Jr., who spent his career posing as a notorious Nazi propagandist during World War II. Set in Campbell’s twilight years, the novel introduces our protagonist, …
Lyrics compromise music’s special metaphysical status.
To accept this, you first need to accept that music has a special metaphysical status—that is, in comparison to other art forms. By metaphysical, I am referring to the posited reality outside of human …
Don’t flip the page if you’ve already settled in your carnivorous ways, not looking to be persuaded into any change. Maybe you’ve already accepted a logical contradiction at the heart of your meat-eating—that you like the taste of steak, and …
Recall the warm feeling that bubbles up in your stomach and blossoms into a shy smile on the offhand occasion that you are awarded a simple “good work.” Praise lights us up inside. Offering praise to someone, usually someone to …
Prolonged existence within cold environments feeds the ego. Or, at least, this has been my experience since hitting the hot and dusty, eastbound out of Los Angeles and settling in Maine last fall. And before I’m met with any gripes …