Letters to the Void, #3

Dear Void,

In order to better understand where you're coming from and what you're trying to articulate, I've realized that I must do precisely the opposite. It's not in the attempt to contemplate the inconceivably vast universe and all that it encompasses, but rather in contemplating the conceivably small and familiar and near, that I come closer to a better understanding of just what you are, dear Void.

So let's begin.

Re-Post! Artificial Intelligence and its (not so) Godlike power in THE VALLEN

I am a fan of Believer magazine and in the most recent edition (which I received in the mailbox earlier this week), I came across an article by Meghan O'Gieblyn and wow! did it put the hook in me. I mean she was talking all about the worship of artificial intelligence and the Book of Job and the burden of choice and what kind of god God was back in the fourteenth century versus now, and so on.

The kind of stuff that just enthralls the fuck outta me. (Needless to say I stayed up to finish the article, titled Good Shepherds.)

Letters to the Void, #2

Pale Blue Dot: Image of Earth taken by Voyager 1 on February 14 1990

Dear Void,

Hopelessness and hopefulness go hand-in-hand like optimism and pessimism, or like faith and faithlessness. The pendulum swing from one to the other makes for good drama, perhaps, but it makes for stress in our everyday lives. 

Letters to the Void, #1

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Dear Void,

You are much fuller than people suspect upon first impression. I previously misunderstood just how vibrant your vast emptiness actually was. Instead of limitless vacuum out there in the universe, there are enormous bands of gas churning in and out of galaxies like breath. There are energies known and, assuredly, unknown. There is a dark, even the utter darkness in the pupil of a black hole, but that dark, while terrifying, is yet beautiful and magnificent. I wonder... are there not byways crisscrossing over that big black? Are there yet the jet-trails of those who have passed before?