Content 16+ In the early days of the Soviet Union, a grand experiment began, an experiment that, in true revolutionary fashion, sought to reshape society from the foundations up. Like a chemist combining volatile elements, the new Soviet government took the explosive ideas of Marxism and Leninism, added a dash of post-imperial fervor, and set out to create a new world order. Among the most audacious of these ideas was … Read the rest
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Eternity’s Evening
By Eric Le Roy
Content 16+ This morning, leaving lazy Poppy in bed, my Rhodesian Ridgeback Casper (Mr. Sipples) and I went down to our woodsy retreat close to our apartment. Wending our way through the brief greenery to our little path (for rainless summer will soon degrade the wild grass into brittle straw) and following it to the end, I sat in one of the plastic chairs somebody put … Read the rest
Genetic Engineering: A Moral Quandary or Humanity’s Evolutionary Pathway
Content 16+ In the corridors of scientific progress, few domains elicit as much fervent debate and ethical introspection as genetic engineering. At its core, this field wields the power to sculpt the very essence of life, a power that invokes both awe and trepidation in equal measure. Is genetic engineering an audacious act of playing god, or is it the inevitable trajectory of human evolution, a tool to shape our … Read the rest
The Self and The Purpose
Today we welcome a new author of our blog, @samuelrc (Samuel Rolon Cicciari) – meet Samuel!
By Samuel Rolon Cicciari
Content 16+ Nowadays the ‘achievement mentality’ in which we live saturates and exhausts people in such an enervating way that it can generate chronic mental illnesses that leave us feeling alienated and isolated. It alienates us from our true essence by stripping us of our intrinsic worth so we no longer matter for the … Read the rest
Remember Only Your Name
By Eric Le Roy
“Considering that, all hatred driven hence,
The soul recovers radical innocence….
(“A Prayer For My Daughter” – W.B. Yeats)
Content 16+ I remember one early winter evening in Moscow when I had gone looking for a bookshop in New Arbatskaya. It must have been earlier than I recall because the skies had not slackened away into their usual numb abstraction, prelude to the Russian nocturne. Or … Read the rest
