Time Capsule I
The novelist saw more clearly the differences between fact and fiction. That notions of a 'better world' tomorrow is a fallacy of the doctrine of progress.
Everything published, most recent first. Two a week: a standalone piece, and a reflection on that week's conversation.
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The novelist saw more clearly the differences between fact and fiction. That notions of a 'better world' tomorrow is a fallacy of the doctrine of progress.
Not a nice, cosy little hole, you understand. Rather a long and seemingly unending one. After you've fallen down it, you never know where you will come out.
Plato wrote of cardinal virtues and their importance in the character of a good city. It is tempting to pickup this theme in regards to leadership.
As a child, the sense of being tested vexed me much. This persisted into early adulthood, as I steadfastly continued to avoided administration.
I share Gilmour's puzzlement that more authors don't team up with musicians to add another dimension to their audiobooks.
I have to stand on the shoulders of giants or, more specifically, tinker with the work of others to accomplish the end result desired.
I seem to recall a time when life was filled with good conversation. The kind of talks in which minutes melted into hours.
As the saying goes, 'God is in the detail' and only by finessing the little things does the overall project take on a majestic form.
Ever a man to love a bit of tinkering, the blogging process has also proved to be as much a technical as a mental exercise.
Having perused and discarded a number of options (Medium, Tumblr, Squarespace and Jekyll), I am now caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
While many will cheer and even demand over correction, given the 'historical injustice,' many questions remain unanswered.
There is no dearth of ideas, but each was pondered and rejected in turn as the research involved exceeds the allotted time for this daily challenge.
I love to give back to those who give so much to me, but sometimes this sucks all my powers of concentration. This is the height of mental indigestion.
For the ancients, doubting was the end of a lifelong quest for truth. For moderns, it has become the beginning rather than end of speculation.
Much the same could be said for the current protests. Eventually the people will leave the streets and things will largely go back to how they were.