Paul Christensen: Not All Roads Lead To The Banks
The word for temple in Latin is fane, and the market that stands before it is profane. And that word has come down to us as meaning anything other than the sacred, the dark side of human maneuvering and sleight-of-hand.
Matthew J. Parker: The Shine On her Shoes
With another Memorial Day upon us, I again find myself pondering its magnitude, which invariably brings me back to 2016, when President Obama met Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe at the Hiroshima Peace Memorial on May 27.
Mike Vargo: AI and the Quantification of Everything
As someone who in fact aced the SAT and similar tests — but who then goofed off probably more than he should’ve at a fine university, and who in adult life has displayed episodes of colossal stupidity — I would not trust any attempt to put a number on a person’s intelligence.
Michael Simms: Prospero needs a little nap
Vox Populi will endure, albeit at a slower pace.
Paul Christensen: The Future of an Illusion
He is already shriveling into an empty legend, a flimsy cartoon of ruthless malevolence.
Aidan Smith: Despite Meat Industry Lies, Plant-Based Diets Are Healthy
Plant-based diets have been connected to a decrease in mortality.
Charles Davidson: The Road from Eden
The secret is in the vigil of watching and listening…
Paul Christensen: The Life of the Accused
I admired his courage, his tenacity, the strange will power some kids possess before they grow old enough to know real danger.
Baron Wormser: Within The Weeping Was Joy
Preface to the 2nd Edition of The Road Washes Out in Spring: A Poet’s Memoir of Living Off the Grid
Richard Feynman: Letter to Arline
I find it hard to understand in my mind what it means to love you after you are dead — but I still want to comfort and take care of you — and I want you to love me and care for me. I want to have problems to discuss with you — I want to do little projects with you.
Baron Wormser: The Good Life
It’s plain that the world as we know it is literally choking on its machine- and money-driven complexity.
David Hassler: Intensive Care
Children under the age of fourteen weren’t allowed in the ICU. I was eleven, and my brother was thirteen, but no nurse or doctor was going to stop us from seeing our mother.
Valerie Bacharach: Chaos
There is no word for parents who have lost a child. Our language is chaotic. We are not widowed or orphaned. We are without, we are incomplete.
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