"Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful."
---Camus, La Chute

First, have a merry Christmas!

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I've been meeting to blog about this more regularly, but I've been awful at it. Sorry. So far, it has been going well. I have two main plots. Essentially my story is about the universe dissolving into chaos when basic laws of physics and math break down into chaos. Anomalies become the norm, and entropy increases beyond control. Standard deviation ( Read more... )

A day spent writing, watching Carl Sagan, reading theology and physics, and bopping back to Facebook now and then leaves me with a certain resignation. In the past months, I've hit many personal limits, making me reflect on limitation in general. Lately, I've thought about patterns and their organizing place in our chaotic lives. Both reflections ( Read more... )

So far, I've been behind, even since day one. But between tonight and last night I wrote about 6,000 words. I could write more, but for now, I dont' want to force the story too much. I hit a somewhat pivotal point in a conversation and didn't want to half-ass something. I feel a little drained from all the writing I did today, but I should feel ( Read more... )

The conclusion to my final paper for Ancient Greek and Philosophy about how to discuss the nature of God:

Toward the end of his life, Aquinas said, "all that I have written seems like straw to me." Many sources record this, but it remains puzzling that one of the most voluminous theologians in history would suddenly recognize the limit of his words ( Read more... )

Books I read this semester.

I read some cover to over and picked at others over the months, but these are the books I read this semester in the order I finished them more or less:

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A despair hits me the moment my thoughts stir at the start of most days, a single question fretted with doubt and weariness: Why get up? My eyes remain closed. Sometimes I shift my weight. I feel powerless to cut the question short or dodge its insistence, as if it holds me to mattress.

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The sanctity of Sunday morning sidewalks ( Read more... )

I look up and see the clouds clearing. They are patches of water droplets condensed on dust particles, formless and drifting until they dissolve into rain and vapor. The cold wind brushes past my face ( Read more... )