In a final note for now about AI, I say something about the use and abuse of logic and grammar.

The unfolding of Chapter Seventeen's architecture and approach feels compelling. I’m thinking aloud here about potential areas of research.

When I got a new mobile router, I was staring at Spicy Ginger Biscuits. The whole thing got me started on memories of 1980s Olympic-style evangelism. That's technology for you.

I'm thinking aloud about Chapter Seventeen, but you're welcome to listen or read, climb in or create, write or study, collaborate or unplug — and carry on doing all the same things in the real world…

How can I say this loudly enough. There are sites that get the job done, and there are sites that don't think that alone was the point. Stewards and Advocates for each other. Salt and light. Ambience. Flavour.

These things would only ever happen in church or in a crisis. (Like Tom Hanks with an ice skate — needs must. Sometimes. Other times it's inappropriate, dangerous, outrageous and misguided.) Hence my new fancy word, ship-wreck-less-ons. The kind of things any one of us might learn in Chapter Seventeen.

The way I think about things like this — like Hezekiah's story — is like walking around a shed filled with metaphorical mechanisms. But then, my grandfather was a toolmaker.

Yes, I know it looks like what I'm doing here is creating a website. After all, I'm creating a website. But don't misunderstand me. The website isn't really the point.

Here's a word-based mind worm for you. Not that you probably wanted one, because that's not how mind worms work. Sorry, but you've come this far and there's no going back.

Preaching through philosophical thought experiments, or just pondering? Toning it down, hyping it up — what's going on with my writing, I wonder aloud.

So many things to say about the nature of reality as seen through plastic hammers for babies and how teachers — like, God, for example — teach.

My website looks quite standard until that menu item — Stage Door. It's what happens with a literary imagination birthed in Bible and Bagpuss.

Am I alone in finding everything I encounter brings up a thousand other things? Now apply that to reading the Bible. I know.

Just an average writing day, but genuinely finding my private thinking interrupted by questions about how that might seem if said aloud.

Not preaching here, just thinking aloud! What if we take three Bible characters and stand in their shoes — and let them stand in ours? Situations. Motivations. Implications.

My website's stage door reveals a Keyholder, an Architect, a Waiter… Please don't assume any of them are supposed to be God.

Sitting in the morning's stillness, wondering if being disarmed and bound could also be an embrace? A reflection on Mark 3, distraction, stillness, and learning to listen.

In a world where you need and what you can give is part of the answer as well as the question, all kinds of doors and windows might open.

The Stage Door menu item. What's it doing on this author's website? It could be a rabbit hole…

There seems to be a Stage Door lurking in the menu bar. Where's the Keyholder when you need them?