The Art of Listening Opens the Right Hemisphere

We’re all wrapped up in rationalist cocoons, spun not by our own hands but by the sticky threads of a world gone mad with reason. Our spit’s in the walls, sure, but we didn’t design the daggone things. We were born into them, raised in them, schooled

In the twilight of Western civilization, where the sterile grip of the left hemisphere has throttled the soul out of our culture, the pub stands as a defiant outpost of human connection against the gnostic tide. The churches once held the line too, but many—mainline Protestants, Jesuits, and their

America’s gone and lost its knack for wasting time, and we’re paying a butcher’s bill for it. Young folks, especially, ain’t lingering with each other, not in the aimless, sprawling way that used to stitch souls together. The fallout’s grim: depression’s up, suicide’s