Almost. Saw. The fishbowl. That thing giving my world shape and form. That thing I’m living in, but unaware of. •• If you think relating to a refugee from Syria is hard, you should try relating to these guys. Life may exist, and even flourish, at near boiling point temperatures without the help of the... Continue Reading →

Additional thoughts on the unpleasant question I posed in this weeks Wednesdays with Wendell: How do we make death an integral part of our definition of health, which we refer to daily, without becoming morbid? It occurs to me that the way I asked the question itself suggests an answer. Why do we have to... Continue Reading →

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