At the end of a long lecture on some esoteric philosophical or theological subject, a teacher often wants to tell his students, “Alright, now go live your lives!” When he says this, he means, “Go on a long walk. Go write a poem for a girl. Go get a job. Go quit the job because a better one has come along. Go lay awake in bed and wonder why you’re sinning more this year than last year. Go give ten dollars to a homeless man. Go get caught. Go do all the human things.”
My latest for CiRCE is about why good books demand a full, diverse life.
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 