I. O God, I have no laurel for a crown. The dust of dried leaves lies at my feet in this library whose volumes are countless. Here are the traces of all that I know, yet I open the pages and tear them out. Curled into flowers, strung together, they succumb to perfection as the … Continue reading The Cosmos — Void — Night — Radiance
This week, two things have happened in my life. One of these is highly topical and has to do with syncretic religious expressions; the other is a realization that I came to — and confirmed via divination — about things I have been mulling over regarding religious and philosophical communities for a few years at … Continue reading Skipping Along
In which I shamelessly self-promote one of my projects.
In which I introduce a series of posts on the intersections of stuff I do with religious identity and start out by gushing about Hermes and writing and all of that other good stuff.