chris westover

Writing-wise, I’m stuck.

It’s remarkably strange that the “modern” or “contemporary,” if there are such things anymore—that society remains capable of moving slow enough to be even momentarily characterized by anything singular—cares less about the creative desires of the audience

How can we know what the best things in life are?

I’ve been working on a post that tries to offer something useful with regard to the wasteland that is America’s present political plight, but it’s not done.

To paraphrase myself, the problem with good ideas is “not in having them, of course” (that’s rather excellent) but in being beholden to them.

There’s a fascinating and, to the best of my understanding, ongoing debate regarding the philosophical questions, “what is the self?”

This is a small but powerful idea.

This is a somewhat roundabout answer to the question, “is it better to not make mistakes?”

Stress.

One of the most enduring principles I’ve ever found, which applies across many domains is: ‘Less’ is less, unless ‘less’ is enough.

A few hiccups are no big deal.

Us humans and our words are, all at once and more: fascinating, wondrous, boring, horrifying.

“Don’t just do something, stand there!”

Homeostasis is, at once, a brutally simple and profoundly elusive phenomenon.

For the the entirety of spewing my thoughts into the online ether, I’ve used the tagline, “curiosity across disciplines” both as an aspiration and an accurate description of what this publication is, in large part, about.