The End of the Nightmare

We have all read in scientific books, and, indeed, in all romances, the story of the man who has forgotten his name. This man walks about the streets and can see and appreciate everything; only he cannot remember who he is. Well, every man is that man in the story. Every man has forgotten who…

Centrifugal Souls

In the past couple of years, I have to admit that I have only partially been paying attention to politics and societal “problems.”  So much of the conversation that surrounds it is so disingenuous and vapid, that any attention paid seems like a waste of time to me.  There’s nothing foundational ever considered and so…

In A Mystical Moment

I always see television shows portray family trips as horrendous forays the wrong way across the river Styx.  The dad is always intent on driving as many miles a day as possible, refusing to stop for any reason other than fuel.  The mom is always lecturing the rest of the family about togetherness and/or descending…

The Least Worst Option

Were you ever unfortunate enough to have a friend who liked Long John Silver’s? You may have been able to finagle your way out of a trip to the place the first or second time he asked you to go with him, but you know that custom and friendship dictates that the third time you…