You would think that with age you would become wise. Or senile. Those are , apparently, the only two options. Until you get old. Then you see that all your […]

If a man cries with grief, and nobody sees him, does it still count?
Is witness necessary to legitimise loss?
That awful pause in otherwise daily activity, that paralysing memento mori in moments of normality… do we talk about it?

Like monks meditating in a cell, the astronauts in the International Space Station have a unique, timeless perception of life and existence. Unlike monks meditating in a cell they are […]

Since my brother’s death I, like Tennyson’s Ulysses, have wanted to believe that Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, […]

When the phone falls silent and the emails mute, / when everyone you know is looking beyond you to the Cross, / who are you then, Pilgrim?

What are you waiting for? This is it. That shadow. This screen you look at. That car outside. This evening. The landmine of the day you die is already laid […]

I remind myself every morning: Nothing I say this day will teach me anything. So if I’m going to learn, I must do it by listening. – L. King People […]

Captain! My captain! Our fearful trip is starting. Fallen, cold and dead.

The artist creates. The audience interprets. The academics write books on the artist’s intentions and the audience’s reactions. So it was in the beginning, is now and …. oh, hang […]