Dualism is the figure in the cave staring at the shadows on the wall; nondualism is the figure stepping out of the cave and looking at forms directly.

The Real is not the stories and laws which we think make up reality, but the raw void that appears when those stories and laws collapse. An abyss just out of reach, forever.

ALT: a black and white photo of a bald man with a hood on his head

It would be tempting, if you were a theoretical physicist working on the first atomic bomb, to imagine yourself as a demiurge. To frame the process as spiritual longing for God’s wrath . . .

Chase Twichell on poetry, Zen, and the luminous attention that begins where the self ends.

1. Nelle carezze delle rondini l’addio L’erta tregua che guerra ne fu Fidanza di un amore senza taglio Nonostante la morte in data certa. Venture di alambicco sopportare Il cuore con le fermezze del s...

A poem by Victoria Chang: “The thin shirtless / man fishing by / the river. The woman // by his side, smoking.“

“Once, an octopus—many-hearted, hive-brained, boneless, muscular as a cloud—constructed a human form out of cheap materials that he knew would fall apart after eighty years at the most. He floated dow...

An introduction to the philosophy of pain: is pain physical or mental? What is the role of the pain system? And, is pain always unpleasant? These questions are the focus of this essay.