Are the things that I am sacrificing worth the purpose for which they sacrificed? More importantly, is my purpose worth what I am sacrificing? These are questions that imply meaning deeper than the words with which they are expressed. I do not know my purpose. I do not know that which calls me from a deep longing - or some other emotion which has ( Read more... )

Tacit. Ineffiable. All the things that I so despirately want to express are found in these two words. Tacit knowledge. Ineffiable experience. How am I to explain that which has no words. That which falls apart when uttered, yet remains true nevertheless. Yes, it's a paradox - the oh-so-beloved word of Warner ( Read more... )

I once had a home ( Read more... )

I usually don't get this far into an essay and have to start all over. I think in this case, I just got too far ahead of myself (and the subject matter that I was covering). This was supposed to be an essay about four different authors (Chaim Potok, Rowan Williams, Jean-Paul Sartre, and one other author) and how they interact and affect my own ( Read more... )