Thoughts

I don't write here often, but when I do, it's because I've been thinking about something for a long time without a clean answer. More than once, it has been one idea showing up across things I do that have nothing else in common.

Most of the time I'm sure I've got a subject figured out, right up until I try to put it into sentences and half of it doesn't hold. The gaps only show up once it's on the page.

The essays and notes below are where I've got to on a subject so far, and I expect to go back to most of them. What's hard is leaving a question open when an answer that sounds right is already sitting there. The Nasadiya Sukta in the Rigveda manages it. It asks how everything began, and it ends by saying that the one watching over it, up in the highest heaven, knows, or maybe even he doesn't.