Not necessarily a revelation

We try again for a nighttime stroll on the beach. At first our night-blind eyes register only a yawning abyss both in the sky above us and the sprawling sand below, a distant rumble of ocean waves sounding the bass tones of unseen enormity … Continue reading Not necessarily a revelation

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The unlikely comfort of rhythms

When viewed from just a few steps remove, the tedium of daily experience takes on a profoundly absurd quality. Everything, from the everyday little dramas on the one hand to the yawning abyss of the Unknown on the other—I can see the absurdity in it, can see the absurdity in myself and my emotions. And at the same time I feel everything reduced to this very specific and, at times, visceral point—I’m grieving … Continue reading The unlikely comfort of rhythms