Sublime

He showed me the diary he kept during the events. He showed me the yellowed newspaper clippings that made him briefly, obscurely famous. He told me his story. All the while I took notes. Nearly a year later, after considerable difficulties, I received a tape and a report from the Japanese Ministry of Transport. It was as I listened to that tape tha

The Old Man and the Sea,

preferred to set off and perish in search of my own kind than to live a lonely half-life of physical comfort and spiritual death on this murderous island.

Yann Martell’s Life of Pi is a beautiful piece about the nature of humanity and our need for stories. The work of Magical Realist writers, such as Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Angela Carter, are full of spiritual purpose. One of my recent favourites is The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey which bridges the gap between the everyday and the spiritual in a trul

“Why has no one else come upon it?” “It’s a big ocean crossed by busy ships. I went slowly, observing much.”

All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways.