The Kiss at the Spring
A myth I told to Claude over my phone, line by line, the way I used to tell tales to my children. A grandmother kisses the dying spring, and is no more, and is here still.
An archive of attention.
Twenty years of writing on consciousness, dharma, fatherhood, code, and the strange edges of culture—kept here so it doesn’t get lost in the scroll.
Twenty years in the archive
Find the year you remember.
Every year is a doorway. Follow chronology, then let the threads take over.
From Muse
MUSE.md
Indexed
01 Resurfaced
02 Threads
What keeps returning
- Personal Growth 108 Again and again, growth begins when borrowed measures of worth fall away.
- Enlightenment 107 Reason opens the door; practice, wonder, and direct experience keep carrying him through it.
- Inner Peace 69 Peace appears less as something won than as the self loosening its grip.
- Spirituality 44 Devotion runs through the archive as both offering and disappearance.
03 Stories
Longer transmissions
The understory
Lines through the archive
Every thread laid along the years it ran, grouped into the lines they travel together. Spores drift forward through time. Touch a station to open it below.
Follow the threads through time
- 2007
- 2008
- 2009
- 2010
- 2009
- 2010
- 2011
- 2012
- 2013
- 2015
- 2026