Showing posts from December, 2018

“The midmost hangs for love”—being a brief autobiographical piece about my own journey to “Christian atheism” or “ecstatic humanism”

The case for an Ecstatic Humanism—being “skeptics with naturally religious minds” or “open-minded ‘reverent’ humanists”

A few photos of a wild and windy early winter saunter through Fulbourn Fen and along Fleam Dyke

Not TINA but TATIANA — An advent address to prepare for the celebration of a lower case “c” christmas