I have an embarrassing confession to make. I've often dreamed of joining a Trappist monastery. It's embarrassing because I'm not a Christian, and I don't plan to convert. I realize few monasteries would be willing to overlook this fact, but I've always thought I'd make a fine monk, especially if they'd allow me to live in a hermitage. The idea of being alone in a small hut where I could live a contemplative life appeals to me these days. I've been sensing of late that most of what needs to be said on this planet has already been said, and what needs to be written has been written. The artwork produced over the eons seems sufficient, and the technology has advanced about as far as need be. This would be a reasonable time, I feel, to sit it... More >>>