I love this question. Firstly, because it playfully suggests the crucial role of unlearning in any serious endeavour of learning; and also, because in my imagination this question will forever be spoken by a curious young boy to his wise little, cake-loving mole friend…

No longer being plagued by violent God-images, as expressed in doctrines like penal substitution, infernalist notions of judgement and the accompanying fear of hopeless abandonment, I find my heart slowly coming back to a place of genuine worship again, including through music and writing ...

My thesis, Priming for War, Praying for Peace: Building Peace through Ontological Security, argued that violence is the logical result of the stories manipulated and told by powerful mnemonic agents in an attempt to create a collective sense of ontological security...

On October 1, St. Stephen’s University hosted an event to honour and celebrate  Chief Hugh Akagi of the Peskotomuhkati Nation  at Skutik and his community, in which the Chief received a Doctorate of Humanities (honoris causa). His nomination for this honour came by way of SSU's Board Chair Judith Moses , who serves as the university's  Indigenous Kahn-tineta . You can view the entire celebration below.

On October 1, St. Stephen’s University hosted an event to honour and celebrate Chief Hugh Akagi of the Peskotomuhkati Nation at Skutik and his community, in which the Chief received an honorary Doctorate of Humanities. In the words of SSU’s principal, Dr. Bradley Jersak, “‘Doctorate of Humanities’ is a technical term. In my heart, you’re a Doctor of Humanity.”

My thesis, Priming for War, Praying for Peace: Building Peace through Ontological Security, argued that violence is the logical result of the stories manipulated and told by powerful mnemonic agents in an attempt to create a collective sense of ontological security...

I was unable to form the words on my lips because my soul was screaming internally. All I heard within was “It is NOT well with my soul. It is NOT well with my soul.”  All I could do was bow my head in grief and silently agree with the screams of my soul.

“He is not my enemy,” he said. I asked again, “Which animal is your enemy then?” “It's me,” he answered.