What is this "human spirit" this mysterious, awesome thing? It's basically an iron stake to which the injured cling. We're proud of our "resilience" (our giant brains love words) but frankly our self obsession is verging on absurd. Our spirit is definitely human: that's obvious to me but the spirit part is not unique! It's … Continue reading Spirit
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Where doom and gloom meet…
"Hello Doom. I'm Gloom." "Hello Gloom. You're here with whom?" "I'm alone, dear Doom. Lonely as a tomb." "Is that so, Gloom? Let's pair up and find a room." It has rained most of the day. The puppy has been stuck inside with diarrhea and most of his usual energy. Every time I get … Continue reading Where doom and gloom meet…