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A long time ago, I wrote about kintsugi and the Eye of Heru, and about how a central ethos intrinsic to Heru’s victory is this idea that the restored Eye, not the uninjured one, holds the most strength. A different version of this can be found in the rituals around death. Why is the heart […] I was talking to people recently, about time in lockdown. Every day is Blursday, it is Day O’Clock or Night O’Clock, and it is always the fortyteenth of Maprilay. And I just now realized a thing: we are all in neheh, more in neheh than usual. In ancient Egyptian cosmology, there are two forms of […] Figured I’d write something for “autism awareness month”. Content warning: Third Reich; murder of disabled children. Putting in a cut out of kindness. I wish my brain had cut tags sometimes. […] What the heck, a blog post, because Twitter is a pants medium for something this nuanced. (Don’t worry about the lack of meaningful context, I’m just not going to put these 2500 words on Twitter.) And I didn’t make it to church today so I might as well pontificate instead. A starting-out note: I saw […] I wrote about the passing of Ursula K. Le Guin over on the authorblog already, but of course there is always so much more to write, to say, to mull over, at times like these. I wasn’t going to write here, but then I was reading so many of the explosions of comments, of articles, […] |
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