When I was a child, I expected the world to make sense. Because I believed that, I saw reason. I saw patterns. I saw order.
The longer I live, the more those patterns look like chaos and randomness to me. Over the course of my adult life, I’ve had to throw away so many things I was taught as objective truth. The more of my certainty I’ve had to give up, the more fragile and scary life feels.
The uncertainty makes me feel disoriented. The feeling makes me long for the solidity of my previous certainty — but I can’t close my eyes to the chaos, because it appears to be the truth.

Economic Man needs no heart, because love and God are dead
Narrow focus causes one to see a specific tree and miss the sunset
We live in Reverse World, where black is white and good is evil
Political systems built on coercion will always produce cheats, liars
Marriage is a business decision, not just matter of romantic love
Why do we often attract the folks who are most destructive for us?
What’s the best word for those of us who just want to be left alone?
Home is just a dream that some among us are still searching for
Local politics isn’t a Frank Capra movie; it’s every man for himself