The drops fell rhythmically, metronomically, glassy orbs of exquisite beauty slipping into an icy abyss. I was transfixed, hypnotized by the simplicity, the sublimity, the entrancing meditation and profound power of it all, knowing these drops began as vapor carried from distant lands, fell as snow, melted, and would follow me and my companions some 1,600 miles to the Bay of Bengal, there to be heated, evaporated, condensed, and fall once more on yet another far away place.

From Swami Vivekananda to philosopher Ken Wilber, physicist Alan Lightman to rebel environmentalist Ed Abbey, today's "Thursday Thought" about contemplating Oneness in a world that insists on duality.

Note: This took me a long time to write. It was painful, it was scary. I'm a strong Biden supporter. I'm no expert on Afghanistan. I don't know precisely what or how things could have been different. But, I do know for sure that I've found myself outraged, brokenhearted, full of tears and anger and […]

I always get nervous before a big trip or expedition. But especially this time, taking my kids to Mount Kilimanjaro. Within the nervousness, though, is excitement about the life lessons they will soon learn.