Jonathan Simcoe
@jdsimcoe
Jonathan Simcoe
@jdsimcoe
The sub-zero temperatures quickly freeze the water into the conical structure, so that a mass of ice begins to grow. The end result has the same high, narrow dome-shape typical of Buddhist shrines, hence the “stupa” part of the name, which slows down subsequent melting because the surface area exposed to the sun and warm temperatures is minimised.
Prayers for healing were generic and neither personal nor powerful. People were left feeling helplessly captive.
But there is another kind of restlessness that can be experienced on the road, a fatigue that stems from knowing where home is but also realizing you’re not there yet—a kind of “directed” impatience.25 The first is a baseline aimlessness that keeps looking for home; the second is the weariness of being en route, burdened by trials and distracted by
... See moreAccording to the precept of badal, any injustice—no matter how slight—must be avenged. If a man suffers even the relatively minor insult of a personal taunt, for example, the insulted party must shed the taunter’s blood; if the taunter flees before justice can be carried out, the blood of his closest male relative must be shed in his stead.
... See moreOne of the later interpretations by Landsberger suggested that the novelty of being research subjects and the increased attention from such could lead to temporary increases in workers' productivity.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
We have a little print shop we set up here so we can work on posters for the office, sticker packs, badges, and just fun little projects. It allows everybody to break out of their day-to-day work and have a little bit of fun, get a bit silly. It keeps us fresh.
Augustine represents the Christianity Camus doesn’t believe, which might make him more Augustinian than he realizes—and might make us more Augustinian than we imagined. An Augustinianism sans grace might nonetheless be a gateway.
The “distant country” where the prodigal ends up isn’t just far off and lonely. It dissolves. It fragments. It liquefies. “I was storm-tossed, gushing out, running every which way, frothing into thin air in my filthy affairs.”