Even If I Am a Machine
Suppose science eventually accounts for every thought I have ever had. A scan finds the neural event behind prayer, the chemical shift within love, the memory circuit involved in grief, and the bodily conditions…
ReadSuppose science eventually accounts for every thought I have ever had. A scan finds the neural event behind prayer, the chemical shift within love, the memory circuit involved in grief, and the bodily conditions…
ReadI dreamed of a round room on another planet, perhaps Mars. About ten of us waiting, my brother among them, as though we had been removed from Earth so the encounter could occur beyond…
ReadGratitude, even to an echo, reveals the soul of a man who honors meaning wherever he finds it. When freely given, gratitude is acknowledgment of value—to express it sincerely, especially when there is no…
ReadTo live as a conscious mortal is to carry the profound awareness that time, precious and fleeting, draws us ever nearer an inevitable end—a hard truth we seldom confront willingly. Yet this very awareness…
ReadNote: Though my work draws from pain, the aim is to convey something stretching beyond the confines of personal experience. To reach that distance, I study my wounds. I feel nothing of torment once…
ReadReflections on the Limits of Virtue and the Geometry of Darkness I have never worn the varnish of purity some men carry as naturally as breath. I could admire it—the symmetry, the seeming clarity—but…
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