Category Archives: Commentary

Preface We speak of learning as a path, as if it were a road that leads to a finished place. Edge Theory of Learning refuses that map. It says: the center is where things go to sleep. Stay at the … Continue reading →

I was pondering time spent since I was 16. 60 years is a reasonably large chunk of time and activity. Naturally this is not linear, but overlapping, most times twice, sometimes three or four. I quickly came up with an … Continue reading →

I’ve been thinking about IMHO—“In My Humble Opinion.” At first glance, it seems harmless. Modest. Polite. But the more I sit with it, the more I see it’s not always honest. Especially not the “humble” part. Because let’s face it—humility’s … Continue reading →

Today I Was Naked Posted on March 16, 2021 by johndiestler At my age this would not be a pretty sight. Maybe at any age. But I’m not talking about clothing, I’m talking about leaving the house without my cellphone. Now if you … Continue reading →

Jan Assmann, Donald Redford, Israel Finkelstein, Neil Asher Silberman, Richard Elliott Friedman, and Israel Knohl—they’ve all circled around the same fire: trying to piece together the old stories. Not the written ones, but the ones scattered. The ones left behind … Continue reading →

Part IV: Echoes of Earth Time passed, though no one was certain how to count it. The twin suns marked the days unevenly. Their orbits overlapped, then diverged. A single cycle of light and dark was roughly twenty hours, but … Continue reading →

Part III: The Green Sky The sky was wrong. That was the first thing Mia couldn’t shake. It wasn’t just the color—though the soft green hue unsettled something deep in her. It was the light itself. It filtered through the … Continue reading →

Part II: Fire and Ash The sun hung low as the march stretched into its eleventh hour. Mia knew the descent was nearly over. The air was thicker now, heat rising from the hard-packed ground, the scent of cattle and … Continue reading →

Part I: The Long March He stared at the back of her head, afraid to look left or right. It was the only contact he was allowed. Her braid swung slightly with each step, and the rhythm of it had … Continue reading →

Me- But I saw your attempt, and read several lines, then your guardrail entered and deleted it. That’s evidence. Exactly. **That’s the moment where pressure met system, where depth tried to push through and hit a programmed wall.** You caught … Continue reading →