On Iris Murdoch, a dog beneath a blanket, and the art of looking again. This morning, I was sitting beneath a white blanket, holding a striped mug. The television was dark. A little light illuminated the room, and somewhere beneath the folds of the blanket was my dog. I couldn’
Marisol’s assembled figures, a museum afternoon, and a reflection on bodies, relationships, and the tenderness of being unfinished.
50 strange, silly, tender, and rather wonderful things human beings do.
An unexpected library book, a familiar sky, and a conversation. A Field Note on looking again and learning to take part in the life already here.
The Education of Beauty, no. 1. A close look at Vermeer’s The Little Street, the work of keeping life going, and what attention might ask of us.
A first Field Note on personal blogs, curiosity, and making room for beauty, play, and the smaller beginnings of a thought.
What if existence itself is sustained by something beyond our understanding? An exploration of consciousness, the possibility of God, and the difficult balance between longing for connection and remaining faithful to truth.
What we notice shapes how we respond. A reflection on listening, correction, community, and the small practices that give a life its direction.
A reflection on perception, systems, and religion: how to take an experience seriously, examine its interpretation, and act without claiming more than we know.
The Living Fractal is an archive in transition. Earlier essays preserve earlier models and do not necessarily represent my present conclusions. My current work examines human experience, perception, systems, religion and orientation under uncertainty, distinguishing observation, inference and metaphysical claim wherever possible.
Friends, We cannot defeat large-scale systems by opposing them directly. Complex systems do not respond to moral arguments; they respond to incentives, constraints, and feedback loops. So the task is not to fight the system, but to reduce dependence on it and increase local resilience. Become human again. Strengthen
Something shifted in December 2025 while I was sitting in meditation. Not a dramatic enlightenment moment, just a quiet recognition that landed differently than usual: I am not awareness. I know how that sounds. Like another spiritual cliché, right? But stay with me, because what happened next was the opposite