I find it advisable in poetry, as in life, to begin with the probability that God is too complex to be perceived by our senses or understood by our minds. A God anything less than this inscrutable, as a corollary to Anselm's theorem might demonstrate, would not be God, with the result that God would not exist.

For everything which happens presently is a consequence of something which happened before it. The past, in this sense, is little more than a record of causes and their effects. This record is vast but finite, like the universe itself. When a machine is built powerful enough to crunch the numbers, the only thing left...

Cats know all the secrets of Eastern philosophy. We can be certain because they won't share with us even one of them.

Good things are behind barn doors.

Information wants to be free. It's misinformation that pays the bills.

Don't forget to give a little credit to Paul. Without him, Christians today would just be another group of Palestineans throwing stones at Israeli soldiers.

A man's keystrokes will reveal him in a way very different from that of his more social behavior, and in the raw data of server logs is a reality far more real than reality itself.

The worst thing about opening Pandora's box is all that packaging material.

Watch closely the big battle scene in one of those old Hollywood epics about the Roman empire and you will notice a certain number of bit actors looking around as if they are not quite sure what exactly it is they are supposed to be doing. It is very often the subtlest detail of historical accuracy.

Poetic suicide : hippo-eroticism

The real tragedy of the poor, as Oscar Wilde once pointed out, is that they can afford nothing but self-denial. Well, that and over-sized car speakers and fast-food and, on occasion, economy-class plane tickets.

One of the most common misconceptions about poetry is that poetry is what poets write. That is just a bad habit that many poets happen to possess. Like smoking. Poetry, in fact, is the simple matter of finding somewhere picturesque to spend your summer. The best poets might even be allowed to do some light...

Poetic suicide : two children and Ted Hughes.

The United States is a nation subjugated by its pets. Americans don't just make their dogs members of the family, but in confusing the wishes of a dog with their own wishes, they make the family dog head of the family. It is premature to say that America has descended into dogocracy. But how can a nation that fails to...

Our eyes have deceived us. That it was our eyes makes sense. Of the data sources for which we have the sensual means for receiving information on the world around us, none travels nearly as quickly as light. With Job, we have made a covenant with our eyes.