Once, my family got a pair of gerbils. Someone didn’t do a gender check. Not long after, we had many more gerbils. Someone else decided that it would be a fine idea to put them in a metal bin with a mismatched screen on the front porch. One day, we saw a black snake happily […]
The values of a culture are revealed by who it reveres. But are history and fame accurate judges of who is superior, and who is worthy to be a role model?
Some people talk about the past in terms of the silly things people once believed, and then talk about the present in terms of the profound things we now know. The wording is significant. We used to believe, but now we know. But have we really arrived, or we are stuck in another faddish -ism of some kind that future scholars will all find amusing, naïve, and at least incomplete if not flat wrong?
Time is space, and when it’s all filled up, you can’t move, and there’s nothing to ponder, nothing to cherish, nothing to celebrate, nothing to grieve. You get deaths and lotteries announced in the same nihilistic sentence. When it’s all filled up, you can’t be heard, no matter what you say or how you sing.
Do the whimsical desires and dreams of children usurp and sometimes destroy the mature desires and dreams of parents, generation after generation? Or are those “mature dreams and desires” not always as mature as they seem?