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Let Every Eye Negotiate for Itself
We are very attuned to patterns, aren’t we? We see them even when they aren’t there, filling in the lines, reading the shadows to complete the image. But does the face we see in the play of light on forest leaves, or the finger in the sinuous beckoning of the windblown grass really fool a…
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What’s Past is Prologue
Sometimes it’s hard to get things right; sometimes it’s hard to get things even sort of right. We pride ourselves on foresight, on our ability to anticipate the future results of our decisions, but it’s often more hubris than skill. Unintended consequences have a way of interpolating themselves like bushes in a forest while we,…
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Eternity Gazing at Itself
We see what we think others see; we see what the mirror sees. And yet, I prefer to see what Kahlil Gibran sees: Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror. Body image is such a mutable thing. So mood-dependent, so soul-laden, it sometimes seems…
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The Feast of Fools
It’s hard to switch sides, isn’t it? Hard to cross the tracks. And even if you do, does welcome await, or merely sidelong glances and mistrust -or as Macbeth feared, curses not loud but deep, mouth honour, breath which the poor heart would fain deny and dare not…? It’s a brave person who crosses over…
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Oh, What Men Dare Do!
There seemed to be an inordinate amount of talk about polygamy last year –perhaps because of the long-awaited trial of two offenders from the town of Bountiful in British Columbia. In Canada, polygamy is a criminal offence under section 293 of the Criminal Code, but prosecutions have been rare. Polygamy must be differentiated from Bigamy,…
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Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them
I’m puzzled –it seems to be happening a lot nowadays despite my age. But maybe that’s what retirement is for –to sort through things previously deemed obvious but which, on closer scrutiny, are not. Or, at least, not anymore… Same thing, I suppose. The latest effort of digging roots seems to have arisen after telling…