One way, at least, that I’ve experienced heaven in this last week or two has been to realize that there’s so much to worry about that I can’t afford to engage in that process much at all.. And so about a week ago, I just simply said “You know what? There’s way too much to worry about, therefore I’m just not going to worry.”
There is a unique danger of data wonkishness: putting so much stock in scientific abstractions that reality itself becomes invisible.
The difficulty of judging our need for physical distance can turn into something much worse: moral distance.
One unique danger globalization poses is hypercoherence, or maladaptive syncing between independent parts of a complex system. With the rapid spread of the COVID-19 coronavirus around the world we’re seeing firsthand some of hypercoherence’s dangers.
I am going to be thankful as I face this epidemic, and prudent, and prayerful (for those who’ve lost loved ones and are struggling to catch their next breath).
Prayer is not a substitute for action. Rather, it is a preparation for it and often a summons to it.
When we look up at the vastness of the universe, does that make us feel very small, or does it make us feel connected to something so much larger?
What happens in our bodies and in our brains when we join together in a communal liturgy, where people sing or dance or celebrate together?
What is the interplay between the things that make us human and the things that make us superhuman?
If humans aren’t self-contained units, what’s our responsibility to the other elements that we’re connected to?