The Vein of Gold: On Anselm, Sat Nam, and the Seed That Waits, Seeks
In addition to the Yoga with Gemini series, I'm also chatting it up with Claude on some philosophical blindspots.
What begins as a question about an 11th century monk's prayer becomes something unexpected — a recognition that the deepest currents of contemplative wisdom run beneath the divisions of religion and culture, connected by what one conversation called "a vein of gold suturing the rift."
This is a conversation about Anselm of Canterbury's Proslogion and his definition of God as "that than which nothing greater can be conceived" — and how that definition, pressed to its limit, resonates remarkably with the Sikh/yogic mantra Sat Nam: truth is my name, I am that. Two traditions separated by a thousand years and half the world, arriving at the same recognition through different doors.
Along the way: the nature of mantras, the harm and hidden seed within Christianity, the composting of grief into fertility, and the image of a seed that doesn't merely wait — but seeks, orienting itself toward the light it hasn't encountered yet.
A Sunday morning conversation about what doesn't get lost.