A Relational Cosmos: Lessons from an Empty Classroom

The Contemplative Column by Theodore Richards

What is the world made of? 

This is the sort of question we don’t often ask; for it seems so obvious, so commonsensical. It’s made, of course, of people, places, things. Stuff. Each being or object, from planets to atoms, discrete. We might bump into one another, affect one another, even transform or love one another, but it is a collection of individual…