It’s Adam’s theme, and he does it well. But I hope you all will indulge me in a little sweetness of my own. (more…)
Rich in years and honor, they say of someone who lived abundantly and died in his glory. That is Fall to me. (more…)
It is sometimes said that the British and American people are still today, in the twenty-first century, indecently obsessed with the Second World War. The reason is not far to seek. We know that here was something which our parents and grandparents did well, in a noble cause …
– Thus Max Hastings
I’m going to swim out into deep waters in this post. Stand by with lifesavers. (more…)
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I saw the other day the Sphinx’s painted face.
She had painted her face in order to ogle Time.
And he has spared no other painted face in all the world but hers.
Delilah was younger than she, and Delilah is dust. Time hath loved nothing but this worthless painted face. (more…)
The flower of the pear-tree gathers and turns to fruit;
The swallows’ eggs have hatched into young birds.
When the Seasons’ changes thus confront the mind
What comfort can the Doctrine of Tao give? (more…)
All we who write put me in mind of sailors hastily making rafts upon doomed ships. (more…)
Places long unseen often loom larger in memory than they really are. That haystack on the old farm . . . that green lane . . . that high fence in the back yard and the tree we climbed to look over it – surely they were an important part of the universe. And the old house had yawning caves in the closets, and untold mysteries in that deep cellar and up in that beckoning yet forbidding attic. Why, that house couldn’t have been as small as now it seems.
I remember these things, and they were real, and and they are real now where I keep them in remembrance.
But we can’t go back.
I’m going to quote an atheist quoting a man of no obvious religious conviction to make a religious point. In fact, it may be *the* religious point. (more…)
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And somewhere along the line, what seems to slip away is time–the time to have time for losing yourself in such things as baseball seasons played out with dice rolls.
Perhaps Mormons can appreciate this Hanson essay in a way few others can.
Dan Petersen writes an impromptu essay on the impermanence of good things and the desire that the passing moment would stay. Recommended.