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I live in New York, a city where everybody is moving forward, always building, always adding another floor to the skyline. And somewhere in the middle of all that motion, a thought stopped me. Every building I pass, the offices, the towers, the apartment blocks, they are all the same shape. Square. Rectangular. Flat. One… Read more: The Shape We Stopped Questioning

I did not start this looking for God. I started it with a notebook, a red pen, and a question that would not leave me alone: why does the number nine keep showing up. It began small. I was playing with digital roots, that old trick of adding the digits of a number until only… Read more: The Nine and the Needle