It’s what moved us forward, right? That uniquely human ability to imagine what could be…and then, we could fly and walk on the moon and make chocolate melt in our mouths, not in our hands and build a means to our own annihilation. Our dreams were our salvation, bridges toward…
I’m writing this in a quiet, otherwise-unoccupied, darkened room which, metaphorically, is suited to unencumbered, truthful retrospection…a place where one might seize the opportunity to not buy into one’s own or anyone else’s bullshit. This is a somewhat complicated endeavor for me as I attempt to temper my black-or-white natural…
I do not claim to be an innocent glass-house-stone-thrower. Sadly, I don’t have to jar my memory very hard to recall instances of sexual misbehavior that, in hindsight, I would like to revisit with a better-calibrated moral compass. I won’t attempt to quantify my conduct in light of the wave…
I’m no memory expert, (at least, not to the best of my recollection), but I have wrestled with my own memory long enough to have a particular wisdom with regard to the illusive relationship we all have with our synaptic connections. Historically, attempts have been made, since the age of…