{"id":31681,"date":"2025-10-24T21:01:59","date_gmt":"2025-10-24T21:01:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gpnewswire.com\/news\/the-search-for-meaning-cast-in-clay-19-years-of-the-marginalian-in-19-ceramic-sentences\/"},"modified":"2025-10-24T21:01:59","modified_gmt":"2025-10-24T21:01:59","slug":"the-search-for-meaning-cast-in-clay-19-years-of-the-marginalian-in-19-ceramic-sentences","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gpnewswire.com\/news\/the-search-for-meaning-cast-in-clay-19-years-of-the-marginalian-in-19-ceramic-sentences\/","title":{"rendered":"The Search for Meaning Cast in Clay: 19 Years of The Marginalian in 19 Ceramic Sentences"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Marginalian<\/em> was born on October 23, 2006<\/a> as a kind of field notebook on my expedition through the wilderness of life, searching for signposts. We live in a hexadecimal world that loves the round anniversaries, the numbers that polish the perfect rim of zero. But to me, 19 is a much more meaningful number than 20. <\/p>\n

I was 19 when I left Bulgaria, at that point the poorest country in Europe and the most biodiverse per square kilometer. I left by myself, with $800 my family had cobbled together, to begin a new life from scratch on another continent, in an unrecognizably different culture, amid ecosystems full of life-forms I had never seen, all on the promise that a liberal arts education would teach me how to live. Instead, I found myself in an industrial model of learning that trains the mind to be machine for excelling at standardized testing while sidestepping the spirit altogether. Working four jobs to pay for it, too exhausted and disoriented to make friends, I was lonely and lost and sank into a profound depression. <\/p>\n

\u201cYou think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read,\u201d James Baldwin (of whom I had never heard) observed in looking back on his life<\/a>. <\/p>\n

And so I read. <\/p>\n

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Art by Ofra Amit for A Velocity of Being: Letters to a Young Reader<\/em><\/a>.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

I read Aristotle (whom my grandmother had quoted since I was a child) and Susan Sontag (of whom I had also never heard), discovered Maurice Sendak and Ruth Krauss (forging my conviction that great children\u2019s books are philosophies for living in disguise<\/a>), lost myself and found myself in Leaves of Grass<\/em>. <\/p>\n

My mind became itself in the margins of what I read. I began writing about it, then around it, then beyond, and that became The Marginalian<\/em>.<\/p>\n

To mark nineteen years of it, I have done something different from the usual annual inventory of life-learnings<\/a> and combined two animating forces of my present life \u2014 sentences and ceramics \u2014 casting in clay thoughts I have had over the years that have stayed with me, truths I have learned the hard way and still habitually forget, still relearn afresh. Some of these sentences come from my published books, some from Marginalian<\/em> essays, some from my bird divinations<\/a>, some from the private pages of my journal. All of them are things I wish someone had told me at the outset of so-called adulthood.<\/p>\n

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Anything you polish with attention will become a mirror.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Trust time with the possible for the imagination of life is always greater than that of the living.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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There are infinitely many kinds of beautiful lives.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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It takes a great sobriety of spirit to know your depths and your limits.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Ceramics seemed a fitting medium \u2014 the clay teaches so much about the art of holding on and letting go<\/a>, the kiln teaches so much about the quantum of relationships<\/a>. I experimented with various letterforms, from children\u2019s rubber stamps to vintage letterpress type, until finally settling on a century-old brass alphabet for leather carving that seemed to make the clay the happiest. <\/p>\n

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How you love, how you give, and how you suffer is just about the sum of who you are.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Unself regularly and the world becomes a festival of wonder.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Each bowl is different, each imperfect, each \u2014 like life itself \u2014 the work of time and love, of the intentional and the unpredictable, of chemistry and chance. None but one turned out exactly as intended.<\/p>\n

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Bless every bird.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Kiss every sorrow.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Have great patience with every situation for patience is a kindness bestowed upon the presence and a hand held out to time.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

While every human life makes its own singular meaning in the act of living, beneath it course the same core hopes and fears, the same shy yearnings and screaming passions \u2014 we are all always learning the same lessons, in different guises and through different teachers. <\/p>\n

To honor this kinship, I am giving the bowls away to you \u2014 the readers who have made it possible for this labor of love to remain free, ad-free, AI-free, and fully human for nineteen years. As with the urns for living<\/a>, I will let chance solve the disparity of scale \u2014 so many people, so few bowls \u2014 by raffling them off. To enter, make a donation<\/a> in any amount that is right for you, but end it with the decimal .19, whether it is $1.19 or $1,000.19. (This will help me separate the urn raffle from the regular donations.) On November 23, those upon whom chance has smiled will receive a private note from me and we will turn the fragile atoms over to the postal service. (And if they don\u2019t survive, a lovely reminder that all sentences break.)<\/p>\n

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The great danger is to stand motionless on the bank ever in wait for the perfect moment to dive in as the river of your life rushes by.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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There are as many ways to love as there are to walk a forest.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Life is a turbine of surprise spinning without pause for explanation.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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The story of tomorrow begins on the blank page of today.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Love is the gentle steadfast work of mirroring and magnifying each other\u2019s lonely light.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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The most valiant way to complain is to create.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Every friendship is a fledgling your presence and compassion teach to fly, every love a bird your passion and devotion teach to sing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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It is more difficult and more vivifying to believe in goodness than to worship greatness.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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Kindness, kindness, kindness.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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We are here to make music from the monstrous silence of time and the bewildered cry of being alive.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
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donating = loving<\/h3>\n

For seventeen years, I have been spending hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars each month composing The Marginalian<\/em> (which bore the outgrown name Brain Pickings<\/em><\/a> for its first fifteen years). It has remained free and ad-free and alive thanks to patronage from readers. I have no staff, no interns, no assistant \u2014 a thoroughly one-woman labor of love that is also my life and my livelihood. If this labor makes your own life more livable in any way, please consider lending a helping hand with a donation<\/a>. Your support makes all the difference.<\/p>\n

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