Liberty in the Garden
On Cultivation, Not Spontaneity There’s something about a garden in early spring that compels philosophical reflection, particularly if one is…
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The Tethered Kite
On the Paradox of Freedom It was on a blustery spring afternoon, the sort that makes one question whether April…
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Naming the Sacred: The Power and Peril of Religious Language
There are words that do more than describe. They tremble under the weight of what they carry. Words like holy,…
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Babel Revisited: Fragmentation, Identity, and the Desire to Belong
We live in a time of many tongues. Open any social feed, step into any urban café, listen to the…
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When Words Are Not Enough
On Silence, Lament, and the Unspeakable. I remember sitting once in the chaplain’s office of a small hospice, where an…
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The Slippery Tongue
There was a time when we called things by their names. Grief was grief, not “emotional processing.” War was war,…
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The Loss of the Commons
There was a time, not so long ago, when a town square meant something. Not merely the physical geography of…
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Synthetic Eloquence
On words shaped by systems without bodies, memory of conscience. Some years ago, I found myself on a train, listening…
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The Weight of a Word
On the moral responsibility of speaking truthfully in a world of spectacle. There are times when the world seems awash…
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Before the First Word
There are moments in life when language fails us. Not in the obvious way,where we forget a name or stumble…