Rococo’s retreat

The further down the path we go, the quieter it gets. Being waxes, doing wanes.

Lion song

The hallmark of the hero is his detachment. As life directs, he’s ready to go. Or not. In either case, he’s untethered to an agenda. His heart sings a song to itself.

Beyond words

Only the unexpected is true. We embody the holy real when we’re astonished.

The prodigal returns

First we get educated. Then, at some point, we are seized with the necessity of getting de-educated. It took Leonard Cohen five-and-a-half years as a caregiver on Mount Baldy to blank his slate.

Stillness

It’s a seldom-witnessed phenomenon, on the scale of blood moons or periodic cicadas: a man standing still, doing nothing, being quiet.