Is there is something embedded deep in the human psyche that makes us think we should be able to spread our wings and fly?
Is there is something embedded deep in the human psyche that makes us think we should be able to spread our wings and fly?
The Maccabees influenced in ways known - and in some ways beyond our knowing.
They often filled an entire page of newspaper. They were animated, engaging, beautiful. They were cartoons that wanted to be movies. They wanted to burst through the confines of two-dimensional print into full three-dimensional motion.
Great events, conversation, and
much else, drift where they will in unnoticed currents that move us to actions and places we never planned.
I’m willing to think more kindly of winter. I wish winter would do the same for me.
In my lifetime the America spirit of confident self-determination has been steadily eroded by ever-increasing acquiescence to, “experts”, “the-powers-that-be?, and useless thinking like, “It is what it is”.
News reports on judicial rulings constantly mislead; they regularly declare that some Court approved or rejected this-or-that policy. The judiciary is not empowered to decide whether a law is good or bad. They can only decide if a law is legally permissible
Anne stayed with him that night at the hospital. She listened and tried to understand what was going on in his head. She could make out a few words and fragments of sentences. Sometimes he would say something whole. He seemed to be in another time and place.
.Death focuses the mind on life. We are more likely to see the opportunities that come our way when we’re conscious of the limited time we have to take them.
I feel like an orphan, an outcast banished to a strange land, a prisoner on some foreign shore, sentenced to life without parole. I would gladly escape and return to my own people - if only I knew where they might be.
Carrion crows and junk-men if allowed to sue would probably have a good case for breach-of-natural-contract and incitement to public mischief,.
These are the seasons of this world: happy; sad; happy; sad; happy; sad - over and over again”.
“Alright! Let’s welcome back to the stage, Lonesome Dave & his Songs of the West, and don’t forget, from now ‘til closing, we’ve got half-price on peppermint-mocha café au Lait”.
Proof is only possible in math and science. Nothing in any other discipline equals that sort of verifiable truth. Certainties in social theory and historical record are really opinions. Even the most probable of them cannot be truly verified
He hit Dicky hard enough to stagger him backward with blood dripping from his chin. Dan said nothing. Dicky and Gerald never bothered Dan again.