Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.13.17

Apologies for the delay, if you’ll allow it. If ye shan’t, I will still proceed. It has been a busy few days. Weeks. Months. Life. I insist upon it that way though. It seems to be how I like to operate. Never tired, though justification for being so would not be farfetched.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 8.6.17

Allow me, if you will, to ponder unintended consequences. And if you will not allow it, so be it. But ponder I shall anyway with all the ripples that may make in the world around me. If any at all. And isn’t that something?

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.30.17

I heard someone once say that language is the greatest of all human invention. And though fond I am of sliced bread and pacemakers, me thinks there might be something to that. Because the question arises- would we even have bread, let alone the pre-sliced and packaged variety, if we never learned how communicate? Which…