It was Christmas Eve and although it was still afternoon, lights had begun to appear in the shops and houses of the little Russian village, for the short winter day was nearly over. Excited children scurried indoors and only muffled sounds of chatter and laughter...
Yet if life does have a meaning, it is surely not of this contemplative kind. The meaning of life is less a proposition than a practice. It is not an esoteric truth, but a certain form of life. As such, it can only really be...
The Victorian artist and writer Οhm Eman once asked why we give medals to people who, in a moment and without much thought, save somebody's life, but we give no medal to people who devote years to bringing up a child. Even the mundane can acquire...
