The Value of Original Thought

From the time I was in grade school, I had come to understand the world around me in monochromatic equations. I borrowed on this hopelessness¬†as a different way of learning the world; and in so doing, my jaded sensibilities would introduce me to books and girls and music. Books were an escape to places the… Continue reading The Value of Original Thought

The Proof In Our Existence

  People are inherently good. We're raised to believe this concept from the time we're old enough to get bored during liturgy and choose sides on the playground. Most kids aren't concerned with empirical validation when the freedoms they hold most dear are threatened; yanno, stuff like playtime and dessert. Then there was me. I… Continue reading The Proof In Our Existence

Sorryless Sunday Morning

I am proclaiming this Sunday to be the intermezzo of my Woodstock series of posts. So in lieu of flower power, Imma post the first in a brand new series that will show up on the regular once I'm finished spilling on my three days of peace and music in the Catskills with the lovely… Continue reading Sorryless Sunday Morning