Sometimes fictional, sometimes philosophical, sometimes biographical, but mostly as a blend. These stories are my journeys through my loves and my shames, my ego and my empathy, and my detached wormhole thoughts.
The Christie Pits Riot— OfPublicInterest.02
When Canadian newspapers began publishing the Nazi party’s anti-Semitic policies across their front pages in the early 1930s, it seemed to intensify an already tense period. The Great Depression was in full swing in Canada and anti-immigrant sentiment was already strong. With millions of Canadians hit by unemployment, hunger, and homelessness, many saw the way the Nazis were handling the Jews in Germany, dismissing them from professions along with outbursts of violence, as a validation to act, rationally or not, for their own struggles.
Calculators All the Way Down—OfPublicInterest.01
‘Turtles all the way down’ is the idea that Earth rests on the back of a giant turtle, which rests on the back of a larger turtle, which rests on the back of an even larger turtle, and so on, all the way down to infinity. This concept, or belief (however you see it), is a demonstration of the knowledge problem of infinite regress — an infinite series of things that depend on an infinite series of predecessors that go beyond the realm of proof. Infinite regress is the child ever asking ‘why?’ where the answers inevitably run out before the questions.
‘Immature/mature’ is a dichotomy that needs to go
The terms immature and mature as a dichotomy have recently occurred to me as unhelpful over-generalisations of the rainbow concept of maturity. The reason for this is that maturity exists on a never-ending spectrum where a line cannot be drawn across it. That line cannot be drawn because maturity itself is a constructed collection of emotional and spiritual colours that can be at different individual stages of development. Those colours are emotional regulation and responsibility, compassion, empathy, acceptance, adaptability, humility, and so on. The journey along the rainbow from immaturity towards maturity is one of healing. In this essay I will outline why I think that using immature and mature as dichotomous labels is unhelpful for our healing and can actually be damaging.
Ellipses of love and shame, Pt 1
In a binary star system, two stars move in an elliptical orbit around a ‘centre of mass’ – the empty space that balances their respective gravities and the point at which they are at their closest. They are gravitationally bound to each other, undeniably attracted, but moving on their own elliptical paths. This is their love story.
You wanted to know why I didn't call
The sun breaks through the wild apple tree and she’s kneeling, glowing in the dappled green light with her basket and gloves ready. She smiles that smile only a mother’s love for a still innocent boy can give – though she still smiles at me like that, unconditionally. And she beckons me. I move over to her, and she hands me a trowel to help her dig over the garden. This is one of my earliest memories. She showed me many gentle things.