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Where insight becomes inhabitable. Essays on embodiment, integration, and the emergence of truth.
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Third Movement: Leela Is a Party (opens the original)
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By the time the first guests arrived, the rain had mostly subsided. Or perhaps it had softened enough that I stopped paying attention. I can’t recall.The flowers were on the table. The burned food had successfully been vacuumed from the stovetop, an innovation I remain willing to defend. I had changed clothes. Luzy had entered the particular state of excitement toddlers seem to experience when they realize several adults have gathered in one place and therefore must obviously be there for them.T
Second Movement: The Weather Report (opens the original)
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The flowers were still in my hands and outside the window, Philadelphia had disappeared beneath a gray sheet of rain.Not heavy rain, nothing dramatic. Just the kind that seems to settle over a city rather than fall upon it.The light had dimmed enough that I had turned on the kitchen lights even though it was barely two in the afternoon.Behind me, dinner was still cooking in the oven and Luzy moved somewhere nearby.Our guests would arrive in a few hours.And I remained beside the window, pulling t
A Four Movement exploration of Liberation - First Movement: Freedom Within Experience (opens the original)
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Friday afternoon, a little after two, I stood beside the window fluffing flowers.Outside, rain moved softly across the Philadelphia sky. It was gray, the kind of gray I normally complain about, but something about the afternoon felt decadent.I had bought the flowers for our dinner party.A few hours later people would arrive, the table would fill, glasses would appear beside plates, someone would laugh too loudly, Luzy would inevitably be so delightful that she would inadvertently interrupt a con
Love That Remains: An Inquiry (opens the original)
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As I chanted Om with my eyes closed in the pristine white room, I became aware that Luzy was too quiet, and anyone who has spent time with a toddler knows what too quiet means.I opened my eyes and, sure enough, she had scribbled on the wall. The beautiful white wall. I hurried to clean it and scrubbed until most of it disappeared.Then my phone pinged. It was a photograph of me. My beloved had taken it a few nights prior and sent it.I stared at it for a moment and it struck me how different I loo
Love that Remains: An Inquiry (opens the original)
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IntroductionWhen I began writing these essays, I believed I was writing about intimacy. At least, that was the word available to me at the time.I did not have an agenda and I definitely was not trying to prove a philosophy or explain my framework.I was simply following a question wherever reality insisted on taking it.Each Movement answered a question and each answer quietly gave rise to a new question.Looking back, I can see that no essay ever truly ended, rather each one became the thres
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