I am in here.
It occurred to me last night, listening to the wind through the open window through the bare trees on the hill opposite, that the quality of the sound must change throughout the year as the trees grow and lose their leaves. It happens so slowly that it can’t be noticed unless you’re listening for it … Continue reading Sound
Psalms. Many Psalms today. I’m in the 80’s now. Sounds retro if you don’t know what I’m referring to. Neither streets nor decades. My life is about reading books. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Yes. Peter and his friends mill about, having some sort of gaming party down in the basement. Tomorrow is a … Continue reading The end of the day
Well I certainly disappeared, electronically, last night, which is the reason for only one measly post yesterday. We had a power outage at the house. Hence, a restful evening. We live down a very “picturesque” street, as Ruben knows. This means that the road is narrow and meandering, and the power lines are buried, making … Continue reading Outage, and innage
I honestly don’t know how the people who argue that, basically, “their culture is every bit as good as ours,” can twist their arguments to accomodate this episode (below). Perhaps they can argue it, and it might be interesting to see the better-written of these arguments, like the best of the Jesuitical arguments on how … Continue reading Why moral relativism doesn't work.
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