[Hyperacusis; aspiring Trappist] If, then, I am no longer seen or found on the common, you will say that I am lost; that, stricken by love, I lost myself, and was found.
God Morning, in an Enid Blyton sort of way. Little Peter is in bed with a broken skull. Poor Peter. Mother brings him a camouflage-painted toy plane which makes his quilt pattern seem like cloud-layers in grid formation. Peter seems frightened. Poor Peter. His brain is a bit wonky now.
December 6, 2025 at 10:05 AM
God Morning, in an Enid Blyton sort of way. Little Peter is in bed with a broken skull. Poor Peter. Mother brings him a camouflage-painted toy plane which makes his quilt pattern seem like cloud-layers in grid formation. Peter seems frightened. Poor Peter. His brain is a bit wonky now.
“Fair enough,” Medoro judged. “His message from the future told him that the rest of us would soon want messages from the future—but he couldn’t tell us that until now, because otherwise we might have wanted our messages sooner.”
-Arrows of Time, Greg Egan
November 19, 2025 at 8:36 AM
“Fair enough,” Medoro judged. “His message from the future told him that the rest of us would soon want messages from the future—but he couldn’t tell us that until now, because otherwise we might have wanted our messages sooner.”
"The Levinasian face that commands infinite responsibility and the Sufi experience of divine manifestation in all beings point toward a reality where transcendence erupts within immanence, where the infinite makes demands through the finite,
September 1, 2025 at 11:13 PM
"The Levinasian face that commands infinite responsibility and the Sufi experience of divine manifestation in all beings point toward a reality where transcendence erupts within immanence, where the infinite makes demands through the finite,