themarginalian.org · 3 hours ago
In 1940, as war tore the world apart, John Steinbeck waded into tide pools and found a different kind of truth - one that resists the very human hunger to explain, to blame, to pin down cause. Maria Popova's exploration of his neglected masterpiece, *The Log from the Sea of Cortez*, surfaces Steinbeck's argument that our compulsion for tidy answers actually impoverishes our understanding: "The truest reason for anything's being so is that it is." What he discovered in the Sea of Cortez was not a conclusion but a way of being - what he called "living into" reality rather than slicing it apart with opinion and causality. The book asks something quietly demanding of its reader: to sit with interconnectedness rather than reach for the comfort of explanation, to recognize, as Steinbeck did watching a school of fish hold still in the water, that we begin at the wrong end when we ask why. There is something both humbling and enlarging in that invitation - a reminder that the fullest understanding available to us may begin not with an answer, but with the willingness to let a thing simply be.