Families, like natural ecosystems, exist as webs of interdependence—each member’s wellbeing shaped by the quality of their connections, care, and ethical orientation. My father taught me to see our lives not as isolated events but as living systems, animated by balance and interrelation. My mother’s influence, rooted in (largely unconscious) ancestral stewardship, invited respect for limitation and the nurturing of resources. These formative lessons propelled my philosophical

I like a slow burn. Like the way butter melts on day-old pancakes cluttered in the sink. Too much batter, fried and flipped, pages...

It is easy to think one is higher than another if one maintains the belief that there is something higher than oneself. Ideas seem to innately possess the habit of perpetuating themselves to color our outer narrative with the palette provided within. It is here that we tend to mistake an impression of sourcehood. In metaethics, source is defined as how one’s actions are brought about and is oftentimes assumed to be harbored by some mindscape.