thoughts of a dying athiest

I have been thinking about what it means to be a passenger on a ship that has no captain. For a long time, we were comforted by the myth of a Grand Architect. We believed that history was a ladder leading somewhere higher, or at least a circle that would eventually return to justice. We… Continue reading

I am watching the world get louder while it simultaneously gets stupider. It is a strange thing to witness. You would think that with the sum of all human knowledge sitting in our pockets, we would be entering a golden age of reason. Instead, we are watching the lights go out in the human mind.… Continue reading

I am sitting here in the quiet of my room, but the air in this country feels different. Thicker. It is hard to put words to the grief when the grief is mixed with a terrifying kind of confusion. Today, they killed another one of us. It is happening so fast now that the events… Continue reading