In 2014 I set out to explore versions of my former self through books that had been particularly dear. I hypothesized that by identifying their specialness upon first reading them, I had somehow infused their pages with my contextualized self, creating a permanent shadow of me at that particular moment in time. This notion of […]Continue reading "An Unexpected Reread: A Sound of Thunder"
Perhaps revisiting our youth is dangerous business. So dangerous, that our present narcissism prevents us from getting too close. Did I find traces of my younger self within the pages of Hemingway’s The Garden of Eden? Certainly. In fact, I immediately recalled the titillation of discovering this gem within a small German book store, paying […]Continue reading "The Big Reread: The Garden of Eden Revisited"
Some twenty-five years after my original read, I returned to Siddhartha looking for a trace of the teenager I had been, and perspective on the distance I’ve since come. Admittedly, my reread began with some frustration. I wanted desperately to remember how I was first connected with the book. This contextual detail has become an […]Continue reading "The Big Reread: Siddhartha Revisited"
I am struck by the evanescence of life. It’s as if everything- and everyone- around me is evolving and changing at an accelerated pace. What once felt heavy and permanent has morphed into airiness with nothing fixed or immutable. I wouldn’t say it’s alarming. In fact, I find myself welcoming this new state of being. […]Continue reading "The Big Reread"
Recently I uncovered the full extent of my obsession with moral complexity. After opening a box of mementos that included artifacts from my entire life, I found myself racing past the photos and yearbooks and diving breathlessly into a stack of Ethics papers from my first year of college. As if discovering the Holy Grail, […]Continue reading "moral murkiness"