What a rich piece. Really enjoyed this, Jonas. That excerpt from Siddhartha is one of my favorites too. Love the way you draw from so many different ideas in this.
Hey thanks, Jeff. Been cooking on this one for a while. It's great when weaving different sources together like this works out. I write for myself, of course, but it's good to know that others appreciate my work, so your comments are always appreciated.
Occasionally, I also really enjoy your shorter and more to the point style of posts, which doesn't come naturally to me.
I'm trying to hit 100 subs this year, consider sharing it if you feel like giving me a hand ;)
Weaving Siddhartha, the Greeks, Narnia, modern philosophy, etc. … just warms my heart. Truly exceptional work!
Yes. I remember the moments of haunting clarity as a child. From the ages of probably 8-11, I’d have these semi-regular episodes at night. Usually I’d be in my bed, hoping for the reprieve of sleep, but conscious that I had done nothing to deserve lying awake in bed, alive. I would wonder about the fountain of souls, and how we came to incarnate ourselves. Then I would think about the vast universe and the awesomeness of it, and how small we truly are. I’d consider death all the time, and as a kid, it felt like I’d travel there. Honestly, I’d cry silently in my room, and assume no one else should be trouble by me not being asleep, or the weight of my thoughts. It was awesome. I hated it, and I loved it.
I don’t know if that’s a relatively common experience for other people, but my 8 year old son (youngest of 3) seems to be grappling with the same awareness. I told him obsessing about eternity and death is a gift, and to lean into it… my poor kids.
What a rich piece. Really enjoyed this, Jonas. That excerpt from Siddhartha is one of my favorites too. Love the way you draw from so many different ideas in this.
Hey thanks, Jeff. Been cooking on this one for a while. It's great when weaving different sources together like this works out. I write for myself, of course, but it's good to know that others appreciate my work, so your comments are always appreciated.
Occasionally, I also really enjoy your shorter and more to the point style of posts, which doesn't come naturally to me.
I'm trying to hit 100 subs this year, consider sharing it if you feel like giving me a hand ;)
Weaving Siddhartha, the Greeks, Narnia, modern philosophy, etc. … just warms my heart. Truly exceptional work!
Yes. I remember the moments of haunting clarity as a child. From the ages of probably 8-11, I’d have these semi-regular episodes at night. Usually I’d be in my bed, hoping for the reprieve of sleep, but conscious that I had done nothing to deserve lying awake in bed, alive. I would wonder about the fountain of souls, and how we came to incarnate ourselves. Then I would think about the vast universe and the awesomeness of it, and how small we truly are. I’d consider death all the time, and as a kid, it felt like I’d travel there. Honestly, I’d cry silently in my room, and assume no one else should be trouble by me not being asleep, or the weight of my thoughts. It was awesome. I hated it, and I loved it.
I don’t know if that’s a relatively common experience for other people, but my 8 year old son (youngest of 3) seems to be grappling with the same awareness. I told him obsessing about eternity and death is a gift, and to lean into it… my poor kids.