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Not A Book Review: The Historian

There is the dumb silence of slumber or apathy… the fertile silence of awareness, pasturing the soul… the silence of peaceful accord with other persons or communion with the cosmos. There is more to this book than I care to admit. And I hope you would indulge me a little as I look back on…

Hollow

Imagine standing “inside a forest of every forest and every forest that’s ever been made.” One of my favorite writers, Herman Hesse, once proclaimed trees as “the most penetrating of preachers; they do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.” Sometimes I forget the spirit of these…

On hope

“There is no love of life without despair of life.” – Albert Camus In a span of 48 hours, my heart has been broken in what feels like a million pieces. My beloved country has found a legitimate way to bury in the Heroes Cemetery the worst dictator in our history (or found a way…

Changing The Currency Of Life

In a few days, I will be celebrating a year into a life of self-employment. Has it really been a year? Time sometimes makes itself known only after it has passed. It has been a difficult ride yet it has also been the right one — at least it feels right as I write this — the year I…

From The Mountains And Back

There is a certain heaviness one feels from traveling nonstop for several days. It is a heavy weariness that knocks me out into a full day’s sleep afterwards despite 3 cups of coffee and, yes, a chocolate parfait. Now there is only the night after and the softness one becomes after slumber. I am neither…

The Day Umberto Died

It was 1998, I think, when I bought my very first grown up book. Feeling like I read just about everything categorized under “young adult”, I was feeling frisky and adventurous — the kind that wasn’t easily appeased by hardbound Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew books. And so there I was at the bookstore with my mother…