These? These Are Not My Truths….
The Omphalos. The Hub around which it all revolves. “Around which what revolves?” I hear someone say. It. Everything. Life, …
The Omphalos. The Hub around which it all revolves. “Around which what revolves?” I hear someone say. It. Everything. Life, …
In the past I would have walked the streets until my legs gave out. But one of them gave out …
“The period—we must note—was that of the fanatic cutting down of the Old Germanic sacred shrines and groves by the …
I don’t get many hits. When I first launched this humble site I mistakenly thought hits mattered. They don’t. At …
“Who ever anywhere will read these written words? Signs on a white field.”—Stephen Dedalus, A.K.A. James Joyce, Ulysses “Where is …
I’ve slackened the pace of posting these days. Taking a step back. Changing the rhythm. No crisis here at home, …
“For it is one of the curiosities and difficulties of our subject that its materials come to us for the …
“I stepped onto the stone with both feet and this is what I saw. Again the glowing puff of cloud …
“These extraordinary creatures have spread to all corners of the earth in an unprecedented way. They live on the ice …
I first posted this piece back in August. I don’t remember how many hits it earned, but it wasn’t many. …