essays

The college years

One of my earliest memories of college involves showing my freshman year roommate what I had smuggled into the building on move-in day. Among my possessions, my parents and I had trucked in a pair of blue, plasticine beanbags, and it was after my parents left that I picked up one of the beanbags and… Continue reading The college years

essays

Spiritual versus secular education

What are the differences between spiritual and secular education? At face value, the obvious one is that secular education is non-spiritual, but in fact this system has its roots in religion. This can be seen in secular education’s presumption of “original sin” in the student, and its mantling of mechanisms like grading, homework, and punishments… Continue reading Spiritual versus secular education

L:HtR/UtW

Coda: on respect and freedom in modern education (L:HtR/UtW)

Written for lovers of literature interested in self-actualization, Literature: How to Read and Understand the World teaches readers how to derive principles of wisdom from literature and apply them to their lives. The book achieves this through a series of five essential steps, including identifying with literary characters, aggregating principles of wisdom from their experience,… Continue reading Coda: on respect and freedom in modern education (L:HtR/UtW)

Personal writing, poetry

A timeless question

Through a telescope looking onto the past, A child laughs, Bathing with his brethren in the open sun.   Through that same telescope pointed to the near future, The child withers, Swaddled with his mother at home.   In the far future, The child and friends stand crouched and waiting, Wondering with the rest of… Continue reading A timeless question

essays, Personal writing

Obituary to my childhood self

You are responsible for some of my earliest memories. Not earliest, I suppose—we didn’t meet until I was seven years old. Still, the memories feel primordial: they feel like they coincide with the genesis of my being. Playing in New Mexico, I remember vast expanses of hills and trees, valleys into which we would look… Continue reading Obituary to my childhood self