There is a wide yawning black infinity. In every direction the extension is endless, the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the…
by E. Farber Let me start by saying that I'm not writing this essay for the purpose of publicly flagellating myself, nor am I appealing for sympathy. My purpose is to communicate the degree to which I have internalized the…
Ivey Cone created a documentary film dedicated to the seventh stage of Elisabeth Kübler-Ross's five stages of grief. I wrote about the seventh stage early October 2015. The film relies upon the disparate perspectives of ten people with respect to…
Herman Hesse opens his 1919 novel Demian with the following few lines. I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so difficult? And then, about three-quarters of…
by Reese Jones There is the methane monster; a permafrost timebomb in the making. But perhaps to trump that, there's now the ominous spectre of global dimming. What is global dimming? Global dimming is the "darkening" of the atmosphere by…
by T. Ripton This isn't a last-ditch effort from a dying girl attempting to placate her own woes or worries. This essay is written in celebration. I say this unlike most all others have ever said or meant it before:…
I've copied below an essay I posted in this space on 29 July 2008. It's posted verbatim, and is preceded by a brief, contemporary introduction and also an embedded song. There's much more, too, at the bottom of the page.…