I imagine that for every being, there exists an equally unbearable sight, such that to behold it sends the soul into a perpetual state of longing, a lifelong chase for equanimity and a sense of home, and I imagine for many it must be the sight of their newborn child, the gaze of a lover sleeping calmly; for me, this mountain in morning light.

Wondering whether Borges, De Maria, and Christ saw the same thing.

Minds, institutions, and technologies all generate worlds. Worlds are stable realities we inhabit and plurality of worlds is both fragile and essential.