In conversation and even in passing, there are those of us with a twinkle, a spark in our eye, in our being. What is it and where does it come from? Is it the absence of fear or the welcome of acceptance? Perhaps neither, maybe at its core it is merely the absence of death,…
What is in an I? I am a person, but am I more than an object? There is a comfort in the human experience that we are often attached to in fascination and even in excuse, it is duality, a quasi-separation of our being and our actions, I the thing versus I the spirit. If…
At some point, the whirring would dissipate into the chugging and then to a screeching halt. The sound of rust and steel, perhaps the desperate sigh for relevance at the center of a breakdown. In its shadows, the far off rumbling of an engine steamrolling its way through the flickering lamps of the entire neighborhood,…
