Why Do We Write? Some Reflections from Reading Augustine’s Confessions

I recently finished reading Confessions by Saint Augustine, a book that I had been planning to read for quite some time. The first time I attempted to read Confessions was over a year ago, and my initial thoughts were that it is a difficult read. In fact, the first few pages put me to sleep, causing me to hold off from reading the book until recently.

When I began to really read Confessions, I was drawn into it. I felt invited to see inside the mind of a fascinating, fourth-century man.  As I read from chapter to chapter, I traveled to the past, in what is, really, one of our only means to travel such a distance: ancient writings. Continue reading Why Do We Write? Some Reflections from Reading Augustine’s Confessions


Love too much?

This may be because of the time I spent reading things with heavy Buddhist undertones, but I have come to see more and more that the source of all suffering I experience is love. I mean, circumstances only affect me because I care, right? If I did not love my body, I could be hurt and feel pain, but I would not really suffer with that. If a stranger dies and I have absolute apathy for him, I will not suffer with it. On the other hand, the more I care, the more I love, the more I hope and become attached to something, the more I suffer when I lose it. Even if it is my own pride, my love of self.

According to Jesus of Nazareth, as a first century Jewish rabbi, all religion that is worth anything is summed up in two commandments: love God with all of your everything, and love your neighbor as your( )self. This is pretty radical, and Christians have had a really hard time, specially nowadays, dealing with what that means. We have become very much hedonistic (hedonism is a way of life where you make choices based on the most pleasure and least suffering possible), which is a great philosophy if you want to live as an individual and just take as much out of life as you can, but it does not work well with Jesus commandments of love, because his commandments demand you to choose to suffer.  Continue reading Love too much?

Life, Puzzles, and Saving the Planet. Oh, and I’m Gabe.

Hey readers. I’m going to be posting here, along with Lucas. My name is Gabriel, but Gabe will suffice. I find it difficult to write these sort of posts. People are far more complicated than a few paragraphs allow. But since it would be useful for you to know a bit about me, I will do my best. Continue reading Life, Puzzles, and Saving the Planet. Oh, and I’m Gabe.

Allow me to introduce myself

I have been wanting to start a blog for the past while. The surface reason is that I have had many friends tell me “Hey Lucas, you should write a book sometime”, and blogs are good practice for that. The real reason is that every day I go a little crazy; I think things, but then I regain my lucidity and life is boring again. I want to write that crazy down, and to invite you, fellow anonymous reader, to be part of it. Continue reading Allow me to introduce myself