The Insecurity Of Everything

There’s nothing I want more, really, than for things to be secure and predictable and easeful, for me and for everyone. But that’s the funny thing about being human. Nothing is secure, not even our lives. Almost nothing is predictable, not in any durable sense. And ease comes and goes. On another, more foundational level, though, ease is always available. When things don’t go our way, when things slip through our fingers, when we tap into the fundamental insecurity of being human, we have two...