When I die, I want the ashes scattered in the wind, overboard on some slow moving ship, that leaves a trace for an hour, maybe two. Our lives are like ships traveling in the night; silently, we move along. If the water is small enough, we can make quite the impression, maybe even block transit … Continue reading Devouring Time Swallows Us Whole
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On Being Evil
Are you a good person? If you ask most people this question, they'll answer, "Yes." Of course they are. They might think to themselves, "I'm not a monster. I'm not like X." Pick your monster, let X equal Hitler for illustration purposes here. But, what's the threshold for good? Does the same thinking apply in … Continue reading On Being Evil
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