If the breakfast nook is a chapel, then my parents are the stained-glass windows—coloured panes through which all light must…

The philosopher in me has always suspected that truth is not found in lecture halls or ivory towers but in…

A Posture for Fulfilment Having wandered through the corridors of time—its mystery, its embodiment in flesh, its shifting textures of…

Time, we are told, is inexorable. The clock ticks, the sun sets, the years accumulate in our joints and our…

One of the more curious features of being human is that we cannot help but tell stories. We do it…

To be human is to live stretched between two horizons. Behind us lies the vast country of the past, filled…

If one listens carefully, one begins to notice that time has its own pedagogy. It does not lecture, nor does…

The Greeks, who were never short of words for things that matter, had at least two for time. The first,…

If one wishes to understand time, it is best not to begin with astronomy or physics, but with the mirror.…

It is a strange thing, time. We are born into it like fish into water, hardly noticing its presence until…