Weekly Ruminations
Volume Two In Oreanda they sat on a bench not far from the church, looked down on the sea, and were silent. Yalta was barely visible through the morning mist, w...
Volume Two In Oreanda they sat on a bench not far from the church, looked down on the sea, and were silent. Yalta was barely visible through the morning mist, w...
Volume One “Now the drawings you make from us, they look exactly like us,” she reminded me, smiling in triumph; and I recognised that this was indeed just their...
Volume Zero “Gazing up into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger.”—...
If I am a means to an end, Then I am neither end nor means. If I am a means without an end, Then I am both end and means.
[post_intro]“Children, obey your parents in the Lord: for this is right.”[/post_intro] A lonely Sunday evening in McPherson, KS. I didn’t feel much like p...