I finished Castor and Pollux. Wow. 🤯    2 metrics and 2 thoughts.    2 metrics   (1) if you can judge a book by the ability to put it down, consider this: I began the book Saturday. I usually go to bed at 9:30pm. Yesterday (Sunday) at 9:58pm (after reading all day): I decided I had to finish… I had to know the ending. At 12:30am, I finished.  (2) if you can judge a book by the number of dogeared pages of insights that blew your mind, see my picture at the end of this email. 

If I were a character in some story, would I have a happy ending?   That is the question I ponder as I lie in the MRI machine. All I can do in in this mechanical tunnel is think, remember, and wonder. I’m nearly thirty, and I’m not where I thought I would be. Cracks run through my bones, making it hard to stand, hard to move. It’s a rare bone disorder I’ve carried since birth, but it tightened its grip last October. Since then, it’s as if a pause has been added between every

This is part of a work of short fiction written in Fall 2018. Fragment VII In Praise of Good Will Brothers and sisters strive to live for an ideal outside of themselves, and within each person, several impulses push life in different directions. Not to follow the Will to Possession, the Will to Knowledge, or the Will to Domination, but to follow the Will to Goodness and grow one’s soul with the fruits of fraternity and devotion. If I do wrong to you, t

This article originally appeared in the March 2025 edition of The Catholic Telegraph . In nature, young wolves leave their birth packs not to assert independence but to find new territory and a mate. Their time as “lone wolves” is a temporary phase, a bridge to renewed life in community. Prolonged solitude, however, spells danger. Without a pack, wolves face starvation, disease and diminished survival odds. While wolves that survive to adulthood endure only a brief solitude,