“He who has reached the highest degree of emptiness will be secure in repose. ” —A Taoist saying
“There is no more poetry left in me. I dropped it somewhere in those dusty, musty newspaper offices when I went home after midnight.”
Priests are fielding more requests than ever for help with demonic possession, and a centuries-old practice is finding new footing in the modern world.
North Korean troops are in Russia. Is that really what’s best for Beijing?
A poem by May Sarton, published in The Atlantic in 1942
The brazen murder of a CEO in Midtown Manhattan—and the cheering reaction to his execution—amounts to a blinking-and-blaring warning signal for a society that has become already too inured to bloodshed.
This is the fourth in a series of motoring subjects in these pages from DENNIS MAY, well-known authority on British automobiles.