The green waters of the reservoir are like glass. On the surrounding ridges, motionless pines tower over the man-made lake and reflect off the surface of the water with mirror-like…
thoughts on life
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How old is culture as we know it—culture as the former diversity of languages, customs and traditions? How old is consciousness as we know it–the underlying sameness of self, and…
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Magnificent formations of white and gray cumulus scud across the sky. The patches of blue are incidental backdrop, the empty stage for the miracle of beauty.
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It was the beginning of the last full year of the USSR, when St. Petersburg was still named after Lenin. As dusk deepened in the unlit palace museum where Rasputin…
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You have to laugh, if only to keep from crying, to hear the White House and State Department repeatedly pronounce how the sanctions are biting and “isolating” Russia over its…
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Though you and all the rest so grossly led This juggling witchcraft with revenue cherish, Yet I alone, alone do me oppose Against the pope and count his friends my…
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Solid sheets of water pelt the roofs and cascade off patio overhangs in veritable walls off water. The intensity of the downpour is unexpected, exciting and awe-inspiring. Standing in the…
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A physics professor at M.I.T., Max Tegmark, made an extraordinary claim recently: “It is inappropriate to define our Hot Big Bang as the beginning of time, because we don’t know…