The poet Robert Frost had a sense that meaning was to be found neither in the supernatural (God) nor in the intimately psychological (the self), but transcended these distinctions. Maitreyabandhu investigates.
‘The interest, the pastime, was to learn if there had been any divinity shaping my ends and I had been building better than I knew.’
– Robert Frost in the preface to a selection of his poems, 1942
Other people’s confidence can astound me. They often seem to know who they are and what...