The kinds of questions around mystery that end up drifting because they're not allowed to land — in this lifetime — without permission.

Anguish and tuxedos. As if they make sense together. (Horrible.)

Just notes on certainty and hearsay, as I thnk aloud about how artificial intelligence shows us more than we wanted to see about what we're full of.

More notes on my thinking around metaphor and metametaphor — and how metaphor can provide scaffolding for ideas, thought experiments and meaning.

I had a friend who, whenever he got to "Melchizedek," said, "Wheelbarrow."

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.

Air, God — the kinds of things you end up talking about, some of which open you up to more and more questions.

We use words all the time, and sometimes because they just come out. Is that okay for poetry? For prayer? For other people?