“Christ’s Nativity” by Henry Vaughan

Awake, glad heart! get up and sing! It is the birth-day of thy King. Awake! awake! The Sun doth shake Light from his locks, and all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.  Awake, awake! hark how th’ wood rings; Winds whisper, and the busy springs A concert make; Awake! awake! Man is their high-priest, and should rise To offer up the sacrifice.  I … Continue reading “Christ’s Nativity” by Henry Vaughan

“When I Consider How My Light Is Spent” by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent,  Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,  And that one Talent which is death to hide  Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bentTo serve therewith my Maker, and present  My true account, lest he returning chide;  “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”  … Continue reading “When I Consider How My Light Is Spent” by John Milton

Entertaining Ourselves to Death: The Supersensorium

Does Art still matter today? In the vast tubes of the internet, I stumbled across this incredibly thought-provoking long-form essay, "Enter the Supersensorium: The Neuroscientific Case for Art in the Age of Netflix" by neuroscientist Erik Hoel. It is just over 7,000 words (about a 45-minute read), and wades into some dense neuroscientific jungles (gamma-aminobutyric … Continue reading Entertaining Ourselves to Death: The Supersensorium