the post calvin

All the Light We Cannot See

SDSS, for all its millions of observations, has only mapped a fraction of a fraction of the objects in 35% of that sky.

But Herod—he’s never hard to find.

I’m much more likely to cling to fictional friendships than I am to real ones.

But throw it all in a skillet for twenty minutes and you end up with magic.

Doesn’t it seem odd that a story of a woman challenging Jesus is told as an example of her humbleness rather than her courage?

For a people whose survival was never guaranteed, this question is a radical call to evaluate where we are and experiment with what could be.

Even if all I managed was driving to the patrol room and re-stocking my pack, I wasn’t going home to the couch.

It’s supposed to be redemptive and inspiring, but I can’t help but think, that sucks.

The turn of this year feels too fragile for plans.

2020 is somehow more bearable and more striking through the eyes of the post calvin.