LQ McDonald III
On any one day of class I may interact with someone from India or New York, from Kazakhstan to France. I may face time zone restrictions that push meetings to unconventional hours of the morning or night. I am more surprised to meet someone from my own state than I am to meet someone from…
Every time a class comes to a close and I breathe that audible sigh of relief that comes with meeting challenge after challenge and deadline after deadline, with an enduring and steadfast fortitude, I wonder why I am doing it. Why do I cram my days with work and my nights with study, leaving me an…
Change. The only real constant in this world. The Buddhists calls it anicca and it is one of the three marks of existence. We call it many things, day to day. Impermanence. Transience. Inconvenience. But above all, it is the great, undeniable equalizer that allows nothing to escape unscathed. Great mountains are eroded into pebbles, raging rivers become…
I wake up at 4:30 in the morning. That early, the moon shines full and bright and reflects off the frozen lake, providing enough light to hold back the inky black parts of the night that try to smother you when your head is turned. The morning isn’t cold. It passed cold two months ago…