The Stump

"To the faithful," John Milton writes, "Death [is] the Gate of Life." Yesterday our friend Wendell Berry walked through this gate.

In our polarized times, people have recognized that somehow everyone seems to like Dolly Parton.

Unlike replacement, diminishment happens in a thousand different ways.

To plant and cultivate good seed is perhaps the best response to this reality.

Our increasingly obvious failure to make anything like “progress” is part and parcel of our failure to conserve the order from which all progress comes.

The agrarian voice reveals Nolan’s most significant and disappointing departure from Homer’s epic.

In American society, computers are never required to prove their worth.

Artificial intelligence gets the best of me most days. It demands too much. It takes a profession that I love and turns it into a soul-crushing curse.

There’s a harmony between wilderness, city, and farm that Bates captures exquisitely. Separate any one from the other, and you have a diminished America.

I know that the Greenbrier represents more than potential horror—it represents what Americans hope to preserve: our beautiful nation, one worth preserving.

We take beauty for granted, yet it keeps coming at us in an endless display of divine grace and power.

Sometimes the things one encounters change the person doing the choosing.