The cult in the snowThere is a kind of cold that belongs to Canada alone. It gets into the bones and stays. Men build strange things in that kind of weather. Some build cabins. Some build churches. Some build little secret empires in basements and rented houses, where the curtains stay drawn and the lights stay low and the truth never sees a window

The Quiet Power of TruthOur world spins on the axis of belief and thought, there lies a quiet, simple truth. It is not loud, nor is it wrapped in the grand ideas or philosophies we often cherish. Truth, as it is, resides beyond thought and belief, slipping past the reaches of our mind like a shadow in the dusk. It is a thing that saves us from ours