I am an agnostic who lights a candle every Friday evening.
I do not believe, in any metaphysically-committed sense, that the candle does anything. It is paraffin. It burns. I have checked.
And yet I find, after eleven...
I have been sitting with suffering — mine, my family's, the ambient kind you pick up from the news — from three different chairs.
From the Stoic chair, suffering is a category error. The thing happened. The thing is now...
