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.
Category: sunday morning thoughts
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…
Sunday Morning Thoughts: 7.23.17
So. I have these thoughts. Sometimes. At times. All the time. Perhaps you have them as well. Or you don’t. And these are just what live and burn and generally muck up the place inside my own head. I just say them. Out loud. Or more likely, in type.
The Veracious Facade 