Twice, perhaps, the floor of the world has dropped away and left you silent before something vast. These few reflections keep those rare moments — the trembling at the edge of the holy, where language fails and the only honest response is to fall quiet. Here is one such falling.
The reflections behind this awe door are drawn from the experiential world of Anthony Adoré’s memoirs —
Confessions to the Empty Chair and Fractions of the Soul.
Confessions to the Empty Chair and Fractions of the Soul.
The Hungers Behind Every Guarding Face
How a child learns to map the specific madness of authority figures whose bodies become weapons and whose faith masks ancient hungers.
The Ritual That Marks a Child
A three-year-old boy undergoes a spiritual violation that opens a door between worlds, marking him for an ancient war he cannot yet comprehend.