Sunday Morning… In Context
Sunday morning. Down in the kitchen for my tea and cereal. Wife and son upstairs in bed. Poker tourney last …
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You Write, I Write, We All Write….Right?
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Humankind… The Tool Maker
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Back To Basics (Life)
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A Mask Of God
“Symbols hold the mind to truth but are not themselves truth, hence it is delusory to borrow them. Each civilization, …
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A Poets Line
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An Indictment Of Modern Education
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