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You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books / You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me / You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

— Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself,” Leaves of Grass

All others can see, I alone am blind.

— Attributed to Lao Tzu, quoted in the memoirs of Carl Jung

We must love one another or die.

— W. H. Auden, “September 1, 1939,” Another Time

This is a place for people who don't think life is linear. It's for those who wake up in the middle of the night wondering how they offended someone in middle school, when they wake up with insomnia thinking about the evolution of religions in South Asia, or whether or not the Qur'an was written in Mecca and Medina or closer to Damascus later on in the morning. It's for those who wonder what the Proto-Indo-European word is for God, who wonder what time the kids' soccer game is (hint: "it's on the calendar"), when your team is getting ready for ultimate frisbee and if you have enough players.

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You'll find here essay fragments and quotations, thoughts about sadness, hope, despair, triumph, connection, and isolation. You will likely find parallels and paradoxes, contradictions, and perhaps an intellectual error now and then.

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Ultimately, thank you for the time to read. I hope you agree or disagree. I hope you take a position. I hope it encourages you to write something of your own. You don't need to be a podcast bro to have a voice worth being heard. The world demands authenticity now more than ever. I hope you give it that voice.