The Fool – Marcus Demetrius Link

Pathways through the Mandelbrot Set – Part VI

Part VI of The Way of the Fool (forthcoming): the Mandelbrot set and fractal geometry as a map of the Fool's recursive journey through self and world. Essay

The Quality of the Fool – Part V

Part V of The Way of the Fool: the Fool not as a philosophy but as a quality of consciousness — a way of meeting life rather than a doctrine to hold. Essay

A Medley of Fools Heralds the Journey Within the Journey – Part IV

Part IV of The Way of the Fool: the many faces of the Fool — holy fool, jester, innocent — and the journey within the journey they herald. Essay

Wholeness is the Fool’s Business – Part III

Part III of The Way of the Fool: why wholeness, not cleverness, is the Fool's true work — and the inner guides who teach what no human master can. Essay

A Wondrous Fellow Appears Out of the Darkness – Part II

Part II of The Way of the Fool: the Fool appears as a guide out of the darkness, and what it means to recognise oneself among those who belong to him. Essay

About the Boy – Part I

Part I of The Way of the Fool: how the Boy — an inner companion first met at nineteen — became the figure through whom a lifetime of writing finds its voice. Poem

Descending Into Myself

A meditation for the Fool, worked at across two decades, from 2001 to 2020. Story

The Father and the Mother Make a Cage for the Boy

The Boy's parents — erratic Mothers, clockwork Fathers — build a cage around him: a story of the labels and expectations that quietly enclose a child. Library

The Fool is not a philosophy, but a quality of consciousness of life

But there always exist in society some men and women whom the Fool touches, who respond to the Fool. For the Fool awakens the Fool in others, but in many the Fool is stifled, or sleeps. There are human beings living in isolation and loneliness in the society of men who realise suddenly that they […] Library

Who is more responsible than a gull who finds and follows a meaning, a higher purpose for life?

Seagulls, as you know, never falter, never stall. To stall in the air is for them disgrace and it is dishonour. But Jonathan Livingston Seagull, unashamed, stretching his wings again in that trembling hard curve – slowing, slowing, and stalling once more – was no ordinary bird. […] “…one day, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, you shall […]