At the beginning of the Timeaus, Socrates indicates that what we are about to witness is a work of a political philosophy. Having presented an image of the most just city the day before, he now asks the men gathered... Continue Reading →
In the Confessions, Augustine writes “my heart is restless until it rests in you.” In a book that describes Augustine’s many failures, particularly his failure to sufficiently love others, this phrase explicitly explains Augustine’s incapacity to find peace until he... Continue Reading →
There were five cedar trees in my backyard. They are no more. They didn't flower. They were kind of straggly looking. And one day I had had enough. The shovel, however, was in the shed. The shed was locked. I... Continue Reading →
Once while at university, I got an essay back from a professor that I was particularly pleased with. So pleased, that I can't even remember what the thing was about. But I do remember that the grade was not what... Continue Reading →
When it comes to Christmas, I am silly. Too many garish lights. Too many inside jokes. Too many dioramas involving Socrates and snowmen. I love Christmas and the broader holiday season unabashedly. But I also know that for many... Continue Reading →
