Category: Ink

Hidden In The Dark

Naive, the light travels far and fast thinking it is inconceivable that anything will ever find a way to keep up; unwilling to concede that no matter how fast or far it travels – darkness is already there, waiting.

Naive, the light travels far and fast thinking it is inconceivable that anything will ever find a way to keep up; unwilling to concede that no matter how fast or far it travels - darkness is already there, waiting.

Take the Fork – A Case For Exploring Our Commonality

There was a time when I had come to think that the pursuit of understanding ourselves and the pursuit of understanding our universe was a fork in the road; both choices leading to a grandiose quest reserved for the willing with no certainty of what's to follow. But over time, my sentiment has been persuaded ...