Thoughts on Attenborough’s A LIFE ON OUR PLANET and Some Platonic Reflections on Food Waste for Earth Day 2024

Last Sunday, I watched David Attenborough's autobiographical film about his career in wildlife documentaries, where he is still going strong as he approaches 100. All of us have likely heard his voice even if we may not know who he is. Attenborough, it turns out from interviews, was once skeptical of climate change, and his … Continue reading Thoughts on Attenborough’s A LIFE ON OUR PLANET and Some Platonic Reflections on Food Waste for Earth Day 2024

A Measure of Beauty from Proclus’ Euclid commentary

There is left only the conclusion that soul draws her concepts both from herself and from Nous, that she is herself the company of the forms, which receive their constitution from the intelligible patterns but enter spontaneously upon the stage of being. The soul therefore was never a writing-tablet bare of inscriptions; she is a … Continue reading A Measure of Beauty from Proclus’ Euclid commentary

Prayer is Beautiful

One of the Gods whom I've been praying to daily since the beginning of the new year is Polymnia. The impulse started when I was reading Davi Kopenawa's The Falling Sky back in December. Fulfilling the impulse to pray to her has been very good despite all of the confusion of health loose ends and … Continue reading Prayer is Beautiful

In Which I Make Anatomical Votive Offerings

In antiquity, anatomical votive offerings were given to the Gods, typically to Asklepios and other deities whose cultus was interwoven with healthcare before the temples were destroyed. When I was diagnosed with something that needed to be surgically removed, though, due to the long tradition of her association with gynecological matters, I decided that I … Continue reading In Which I Make Anatomical Votive Offerings

For Polymnia

Polymnia, you are everywhere, veiled beauty,and when you sing, you sing the truth:that every action is an intricate hymn,from the hum of particles dancing as atomsto the choreography of the body's cellsand the lightning-quick fire within us.May we hear your words' droning hum within,coax them from our contemplations,mute the noise of desolation and desertion —silence … Continue reading For Polymnia