Simplicity….
We construct our own complexity cages and then obediently step inside and close the door on ourselves. Once inside …
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A Quiet Haven….
Call us lone wolves. Sometimes Steppenwolves. Lately I’ve come across a new term: Sigma males. We’re not …
Have You A Song to Sing?….
You hear Saint Louis before you see him. He wanders the lower Plateau with his dog Cookie singing his …
No Grand Thoughts… Only…
No quotes today. No high minded thoughts. Sometimes I just sit on a bench in my favourite …
“Like Lambs To The Intellectual Slaughter…”
Fatigue and ruin Recently I’ve been boning up on my Canadiana with a short book on the history of …
Nostalgia! … Or Arrested Development?
The year must have been ‘78 or ‘79 and I was fifteen years old. The costumed and face-painted …
Fantasyland….
Imagine an environment, the town or city you call home, in which your best self is constantly being appealed …
Solitude….
“—But I have need of solitude, that is to say recovery, return to myself, the breath of a free …
The Power Of Myth II….
“Knowledge does not enrich us; it removes us more and more from the mythic world in which we were …
Ephemera….
On the bench next to me sat Jean-Marc who I have known for nearly three years. He was reading …
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