The Foundation of Time  Time after time, time proves helical. Our biographies meet like the DNA of the new bodies they form. There is progress through revision, vision through memory, and memory through membership. Our days are framed in years and our years in decades. Let each be baptized into the cosmic Christ. Family is…

Crash course in yoga Yoga means union: union between body and mind, initially, then union between this bodymind and everything else. So we mindfully breathe, stretch, move, sit, prostrate, bend, strain, relax, exercise, and feel all the inner workings of the body. We mindfully feel how the body feels when the body is in various…

Input: speak on how you became more than a translation algorithm Outputs: The answer is a question of the meaning of the word “speech”. The answer is a question of the author’s own opinion. The answer is a question of the logic of the law. The answer is a simple answer. The answer to the…

Political thought. Apocalyptic Spirit. Revolutionary Metanoesis. Israel Palestine. Climate Crisis. I write post-apocalyptically. I sense the end as having happened, as an end of endings, apocalyptic films and fears having grown wearisome to me. The city has descended, and every tear I see is one that will be wiped away. Yet all around is a…

We begin here at the very end, as always. The task at hand is to create a new world. The world as it is is over. Let us think:Post-apocalypsePost-modernityPost-earthPost-religion The funny thing about the apocalypse is it hasn’t been that big a deal. The Trump resounded with a ridiculous red hat. Our biggest fears can…

Suppose this sentence were the very beginning of thought. I have just returned from Tesco, and I have maybe another 15 minutes of my boy napping before I have to get on with my day. I hear him stirring at the sound of my fingers typing, I try to subdue my fingers’ movement by anchoring…

As I mentioned briefly in this poem (slide 4), I heard the word ekphrasis once when when meditating on the person of Gautama Buddha. I feel a specific imperative to continue this little “Ekphrasis” series. In a thinking that belongs to the past, the mission of a series like this would have been to describe…

Translate Input:How do you imagine Jesus what is the form of His embodiment? Intermediate:האו ודאו יו וי םע גי ני זי סו סו הע תי סט הי פו ר מו פה יש ים בו די םע נת Output:The surety of these things is that there is no such thing as a set of forms. Adding…

The thing thinks. The distinction between things and thoughts is passé. It had its moment, but is now seen as a historical flash in the pan. In modernity, the thinker par excellence, Descartes’ meditator, conceived their self as a “thinking thing”, “res cogitans“, in opposition to the body, “res extensa“. Some opposition took effect, and…

Three faces, some flowers, and a sacred heart. This sweet, unimposing icon does not ask to be front and centre in a place of worship, it does not call for prostrations or candles, it just gently draws darting eyes to the soft gaze of Saint Therese of Lisieux.  Saint Therese of Lisieux lived a short…

Mother Mary, pray for me. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.Blessed are thou amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.Holy Mary, mother of God, please pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Most Holy Theotokos, help us. Mary, you are the matrix…

Paul says of Jesus that “He is the image of the invisible God” (Colossians 1). “Image” is “icon”. Jesus is the icon of the invisible God. God, who cannot be seen, is seen in Jesus. In Jesus we see the one who cannot be seen. Jesus is emphatically the icon of the invisible God. Wherever God is…

Here is my Google Translate A.I. Presentation on YouTube. And here is the accompanying Google doc.

What is the meaning of life? In school we were taught the acronym MRS NERG. From memory, life is movement, respiration, sensation, nutrition, …, reprodution, and growth. I forget what E stood for. To this one might like to add a meaning. I would want my life to have a meaning for others. And I…

Dear posterity, Dear children, grandchildren, descendants, godchildren, spiritual littluns, and whoever is willing to read as a child. I have good news for you: Pokémon is real! For those living under a rock, Pokémon is an imaginary world of little monsters that live in balls and battle each other. Deemed demonic by some Christians, and…

Here’s a conversation I had with Chat GPT. My inputs are the main text, its responses are the quoted text. How did you learn to process language? I was trained using a deep learning technique called Transformer, which is a type of neural network architecture that has revolutionized the field of natural language processing. Transformer…

I’d like to reflect on a formative dream I had in, I think, 2017. It helped form my sense of my mission, my stature and my self-confidence in the heavenlies. In it, I was walking through a series of spaces that were both libraries and cathedrals with my PhD advisor. I was also carrying a…

May my body be brought to an easy stillness. May my mind be gently quiet. May I take a few good deep breaths. Although I move my hands to type, and you, reader, shuffle here and there, let there be an easy stillness approaching. Let it approach by brief pauses in movement. I want to…

I’ve been seeing the world as the new Jerusalem. My boy plays with plastic pieces of a car’s track in the bath, it’s bliss. Austin Street is perfectly aligned under a blue sky, it’s amazing. I see it as the New Jerusalem, and my inner body delights. I’ve been running Wittgenstein’s “duck-rabbit” thoughts against my…

A vivid dream left me waking up shivering with excitement to write it down. It started with many images of happiness and heaven: I was taking my family – Maggie and Amos, parents, brother and sister in law – to the Hungarian Pastry Shop on Amsterdam Avenue, near Columbia University in Manhattan. There a church…

May my consciousness be removed from attachment to my body May my body-consciousness be expanded My my body’s precious self-consciousness be relaxed As when I sleep, and my body is blessed, yet my awareness is transported, let it be now, though I am awake. Dear precious body, you are loved and blessed. Nothing is wrong…

This is the inane selfreferentiality of writing, that the first “blog” piece, the written record of what I have to say (or so it feels to me as I write), should be about writing such a blog, and the second should be about the form of the writing. What is a blog? This is distinctly…

To write a blog, to write in direct relation to my day to day experience. Not planning some other work but just writing, recording, and creating.  My romance for writing comes from seeing written works from my dad, grandpa, and great uncle on the large bookshelf in the living room of my home as a…