Rishita Chaudhary

Each word is a portable cathedral in which we clarify and sanctify our experience, a reliquary and a laboratory, holding the history of our search for meaning and the pliancy of the possible future, of there being richer and deeper dimensions of experience than those we name in our surface impressions. In the roots of words we find a portal to the... See more

There has been a shift in science towards thinking about healthspan–– instead of lifespan—extension. Healthspan extension is the idea of prolonging the number of years in which you’re not disabled, dependent, or seriously ill. I’d argue that’s an admirable goal to pursue, but there’s also something deeply unsettling about the transhumanists’... See more

Whether you’re a builder or a creator of any kind, double-down on what makes us human - the stories we have to tell, our care for craft, our empathy and taste, and our ingenuity, and our stubborn desire to find a better way. And, as always, be mindful of the responsibility to keep asking the tough questions. Be creative about what can go right AND... See more

Call it what you will, solipsism or self-centeredness, but at the best of times and at the worst of times one is still oneself. And in isolation, one is oneself more than ever. I can’t outrun that, outthink that—and I also can’t be anyone else. So perhaps it is okay, for a little bit of time at night, to think not about what’s happening outside but... See more

“My soul is a hidden orchestra,” the first entry reads. “I do not know what instruments, what violins and harps, drums and tambours sound and clash inside me. I know myself only as a symphony.”

And indeed the sense that we are are unfinished — as individuals and as a species, in our personal development and our interpersonal relations and our evolutionary trajectory — may be the single most hopeful thing about being alive, the truest grounds for faith.