I like to sit in the dark.
I find that sitting in the dark—literally, me, sitting in my living room, with everything turned off in my home—is an immensely enjoyable experience... and increasingly necessary.
In the dark, I can cut through the clutter, to discover once more what is at my core... in the stillness (which is deeper than the quiet).
It's a form of meditation, I suppose....
Every so often—way too often, actually—some kind person will make mention of me with regrettable reference to the label of "expert" which I try my best to always correct. Maybe such a thing exists, bu
Dewey and the experimentalists assert that all genuine thinking that produces knowledge is characterized in some measure by the following steps, which represent a basic scientific pattern of inquiry: