The First Home: On Eggs, Emergence, and the Shape of All Beginning

Introduction There is something the egg knows that the mind has almost forgotten. It knows how to hold the impossible … More

The Body That Was Never Enough

On the Wound Beneath the Wish I want to be clear about what drew me to this subject — and … More

The Viral Fire 

Hate is not the truth of the human being. It is the report of one in pain — a nervous system that cannot rest, a psyche that has not yet been able to integrate what it has suffered, a soul that has not yet found its way to the recognition that dissolves the hostile boundary between self and other. To understand this is not to excuse what hate produces in the world. It is to see it clearly enough that the seeing itself becomes the beginning of something else.