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Monarch caterpillar clings to a leaf

Do we choose to be who we are?

And what, by the way, is choice? If you can’t snap your fingers to change, how do you change? What do we ask people to do when we ask them to change? Why should anyone change?

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Two Asian green bee-eaters. The underside of the wing is rust orange. The breast is vibrant green.

Green birds are birds

I point this out because you asked. Look at these bird friends. Both are green. They’re both birds! Neither is confused. Neither is upset. And your mind will really be blown when you realize—

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purple cartoon worm with googly eyes sawing its way through a cartoon brain, one half of which is black and white, the other which in rainbow paint splatter

Yes, Virginia, there are brainworms

And some conspiracy theorists do have them. Yes, Virginia, there are brainworms. They exist as certainly as transphobia exists and abounds attempting to morally mandate trans people out of existence.

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An impressionistic image of a human eye.

The feeling of knowing

Steven Connor’s 2019 book ‘The Madness of Knowledge’. ‘Epistemopathy’ means the feeling of knowing. We have pleasant and unpleasant feelings associated with knowing. That’s part of why knowledge matters to us.

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abstract pyramid with blue layers on a background of mountains

Turtles all the way down

Finding truth in emptiness. When we acknowledge there is no final turtle, we open ourselves to discover and live more. The turtle on which we are standing is never the last one.

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moonlight on ocean

We can’t prepare for this moment

‘Opening to Darkness’ by Zenju Earthlyn Manuel. What to make of this political and ecological moment, this chaos that arrives with no instructions? We can “see, collectively, in the dark.”

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detail from the cover of On Not Knowing, abstract shapes the color of clouds

‘Do I want it? Life, that is.’

‘On Not Knowing‘ by Emily Ogden. What is there to hope for? Should we hope? We can work in the field, making bales of hay, but the work of the soul “never will be cut and dried.”

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