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This morning, I watched my hand reach out to kill the alarm at 6:27. It moved with a sort of obedient serenity, like a servant who has long since forgotten the name of the master. I lay there in the half-light of my apartment, the gray pooling on the walls like ash, and I waited—not… Read more: The Weight of the Falling Stone

I am on my way to you. Will you be able to receive me once I arrive? I was informed of the situation not long ago, and already I am heading directly to you. I have thought about you fervently since I received the news. No matter, large or small, could remove your silhouette from… Read more: The Last Night

The issue of the numb man becomes most clear in this analogy of Tantalus. What the numb man has neglected to find, what the master hides from his slave, is the path to gifts which are wholly separated from the master’s control. Turning his head from the forward-facing fruit trees, he would find such path.… Read more: The Crisis of Man – Part 2