My hunch is that most of what we call depression is a loss of coherence.

- Martin Picard, The Diary of a CEO (July 2, 2026)

Teoria provisória

AR

Propósito,

eu te perdi

ou foi

a mitocôndria?

Confesso:

nem fui te procurar.

Fiquei aqui,

a contemplar.

STEVEN

Again, we're theorizing here. If I don't have purpose in my life, it's gonna change the mitochondria. And if my mitochondria become more inefficient, then what? What will I notice as the next symptom?

MARTIN

Probably fatigue is the next thing that starts to pop up. You feel drained. You don't feel like you have enough energy...

STEVEN

Burnout?

MARTIN

[It] probably feels like burnout, and you start to lose enthusiasm for the future. You become more pessimistic. There's a kind of constellation of things we call depression or burnout—we put labels on these things, but really every person starts to experience life as less enjoyable, less purposeful, less meaningful, regardless of the diagnostic title we put on.

The Diary of a CEO (July 2, 2026)

I know, Lilly. I know.

The Sheep Detectives, 2026

Whispered Poem

Mary Oliver

I have been risky in my endeavors,

I have been steadfast in my loves;

Oh Lord, consider these when you judge me.

All real living is meeting.

- Martin Buber, I and Thou

Today is a day of

dark clouds and slow rain.

The little blades of corn

are so happy.

- Mary Oliver

Don't think, but look!

- Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations (§66)

For a large class of cases—though not for all—in which 

we employ the word 'meaning' it can be defined thus: 

the meaning of a word is its use in the language."

- Ludwig Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations (§43)

On the beach, at dawn:

four small stones clearly

hugging each other.

How many kinds of love

might there be in the world,

and how many formations might they make

and who am I ever

to imagine I could know

such a marvelous business?

- Mary Oliver

6.522

There is indeed the inexpressible. This shows itself; it is the mystical.

7

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

- Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

litografia

claudia roquette-pinto

mas se eu uso uma palavra nova

como tivesse uma pedra na língua 

áspera troca tranca trinca

maxilares dormentes

cada síbaba faz-se displicente

o acaso de estar intrometida

entre outros rumores ainda

mais dizeres

pronuncia-se esta pepita 

com lábios de desagravo

enquanto em segredo relevos

de quartzo

chacoalham num alvoroço

de dentes e ditos e datas

custa o tempo de um tropeço

lapidar uma palavra

Foolishness? No, It’s Not

Mary Oliver

Sometimes I spend all day trying to count the leaves on a single tree. To do this I have to climb branch by branch and write down the numbers in a little book. So I suppose, from their point of view, it’s reasonable that my friends say: what foolishness! She’s got her head in the clouds again.

But it’s not. Of course I have to give up, but by then I’m half crazy with the wonder of it—the abundance of the leaves, the quietness of the branches, the hopelessness of my effort. And I am in that delicious and important place, roaring with laughter, full of earth-praise

Is a prayer a gift, or a petition,

or does it matter?

- Mary Oliver