The Examined Life
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Thursday Theme day is Postponed.
We turn to the side, trim and expectant, taking high measure of our appearance, only to realize years later what the fool we must have looked. Continue reading
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Birth of a Pilgrim
“… it is time to cast off the fetters of suburbia and it’s expectation of confinement.” Continue reading
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A Little Recompense.
To paraphrase Tolstoy, we are joyous in the collective, but can only realize sorrow alone. Continue reading
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I’m a blogger. (Aggh!)
Let us agree, we never ask the other, “What do you do?” Continue reading
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We are the Tribe.
We are the tribe of Diogenes. Through the village darkness he leads, lamp held high, peering into the blackness of night. We seek not the one to deliver us from darkness, that is not our quest. Rather, we seek companions to walk with us toward the dawn. We push through the slumbering village herd. We… Continue reading
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Muses Nine Come Calling.
What an underserving beast I am to enjoy such grace… Continue reading
...the house I live in... 