The Gentle Tyrant – Power in the Language We Use
There is a peculiar kind of tyranny, subtle as a feather’s fall and twice as dangerous, that resides not in…
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The Seed of Power
“Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely.”— Lord Acton (and also the slightly faded plaque above the radiator in the student…
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The Steady Hand
A Reflection on Fatherhood Permit me, if you will, a few minutes to contemplate a figure oft overshadowed by his…
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On Finding One’s Place: A Meditation on the Geography of the Soul
It is a curious thing, is it not, how much comfort we derive from the notion of “place.” Not just…
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From Rivalry to Reverence: Cricket and the Spirit of Honour
There is a certain poetry to cricket that no other sport quite matches. It is a game of rhythms and…
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Of Banners and Belonging: The Double-Edged Gift of Team Loyalty
There is a curious magic in the air on match day. Entire towns, cities even, seem to don a single…
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On the Quiet Strength of Kindness
This morning as I was driving I happened to see a bumper sticker on the car in front of me.…
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Harmony and the Art of Dissent
A thoughtful reader posed a question of quiet urgency: Can a culture of dissent truly take root in places that…
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On The Alchemy of Acceptance
There is, I dare say, a curious irony in the human condition: we long to be seen, truly seen—and yet…
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On the Art of Sacrifice
A Gentle Reflection on a Difficult Virtue. Sacrifice. The very word sounds like it belongs in the pages of Homer…