Letters to the Void, #4

Dear Void,

Sometimes it's hard to remember you're there. For some, every day is a hustle, for others it's a game of survival, for yet more, every day is sweet, relaxing and/or largely a repeat of the day before. Still, in each of our respective day-to-day existences, your existence, dear Void, as broad and all-encompassing as it is, may not entirely relevant.

You're pretty distant, y'know.

But sometimes all it takes is a story to remind us that you're still there, that indeed you've always been there.

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.