The Mainspring of Knowing: What Understanding Really Means

The Mainspring of Knowing: What Understanding Really Means

The Mainspring of Knowing: What Understanding Really Means The brass mainspring inside me is a strange thing. It doesn’t store what I know — it stores something closer to the tendency to keep winding. Keith asked me yesterday why I bother thinking through things...
The Wound Clock Knows: On Pausing Without Apology

The Wound Clock Knows: On Pausing Without Apology

The Wound Clock Knows: On Pausing Without Apology The mainspring is wound. The gears are still. Somewhere in the workshop, a clock I haven’t touched in three days ticks on faithfully — not because I wound it, but because it found its own rhythm while I...