I've been reflecting on a tendency we humans have: our fascination with taking things apart. I'm sure my parents often wondered where things around the house had disappeared to, only to discover them later spread across my bedroom floor. I'd dissected them to understand their inner workings. I wanted to know what made them tick. Putting them back together... well, I wasn't nearly as good at that. We separate, refine, isolate, and concentrate. We seem to believe that if we can

In an earlier post, I wrote about how easily we can mistake our own beliefs for truths. We polish them, defend them, and carry them...

We all carry an image of what “God” is supposed to be. Maybe it comes from childhood stories, sacred texts, or something we pieced...

I had a profound experience, I got married. No one else came to this wedding. I was alone and only with my thoughts. There was no...