POST-RELIGIOUS AGE:What do we live for? What is our daily existence? What raises us from the immanent? I served in Haiti in the aftermath of the January 2010 earthquake. What I found on the ground was not the despair reported in the news but kind villagers continuing in life. The best thing we, as Marines […]
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THE SELF
Where do we stand? What do we own by acts and will? What do we expropriate to the decisions of others as equal, human, and fallible as ourselves? Does our ownership, or deference, bring us peace?
Quick Thought
IF THE GLORY CAN BE KILLED
“This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it […]
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HINDRANCE
“What is the greatest hindrance to good?” “Reticence and the idea that—for it to be good—it must be reciprocated. Good is the reward in and of itself, not recognition nor reciprocation. Should it be returned to us, it is only further blessing. How often to we wait and watch for it to […]
Short Story
OASIS IN THE SKY
They climbed a switchback trail ascending through stands of aspen and lodgepole pines until where trees stunted then gave way to snow and lichen spread over rock scree and solid granite slopes. They set camp beside an alpine lake within a cradle of surrounding peaks that shone grey in day and changed lavender […]
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AMAZING GRACE
I began rereading Les Miserables this week. I ended last night with the moment of Jean Valjean’s change in soul, when he sees himself and and life for what he is, and in the illumination of Bishop Bienvenu’s mercy, he wills himself to change. The words he cried, on knees, in the moment of […]
Short Story
OPEN WILDS
During heat of day, they swam in the cooling waters of canyon stream; and in the eve, they made love on a blanket strewn upon bed of fallen needles beneath shadow of the pines as sky caught fire in last glory-flame of day. Sweet acridness of pine and the moisture-heat of love held in […]