The Virtual Hermitage

The gate is open, and the lantern is lit.

This is one house holding a lifetime of work: Grief Cosmology℠ and the practice of continuing presence, the essays and the plays and the tales, and whole worlds besides.

The first law here is the first law of thermodynamics, taken not as metaphor but as practice. Energy is neither created nor destroyed, only changed in form. Everything else follows from that. The crossing is a change of form rather than an ending, and the light originates inside.

The Hermit carries a lantern and a staff, and both are practical. The lantern shows the next few feet, which is what a person crossing hard ground can actually use. The staff takes the weight and eases the next step. Nobody here is told the way.

If you arrived carrying something, begin with the Thirteen Dimensions and find the terrain you are standing in. If you came to wander, Mr. Kiwi keeps the Library, and the gate stays open behind you.

And when you want the company rather than the map, the hearth is at Rippily, where the Hermitage is lived in rather than read: https://go.rippily.com/wave/a1bbe0d6