794: Find Me A Quill

“Can you find me a quill?” “What sort of quill.” “Just a normal quill. Nothing special.” “Where would I find that?” “I don’t know.” “Then how do you expect me to find it.” “By looking.” “But how will I know where to look if you won’t tell me?” “If I told you where to look…

771: The Freedom To Fly

As a glutton for positive feedback I have greatly appreciated the response to the Bible stories I have been sharing lately. In particular, I want to shout out Benjamin who was so gracious as to include a link to one of these stories on his blog. In sharing my post Benjamin made an interesting comment…

770: The Sweetness of A Rose

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. William Shakespeare Perhaps, but a rose which has been boiled in anti-freeze, saturated in used engine oil and stored in a manure pit for three years does not smell as sweet. Roses which have been processed in this manner go by the name ifretyblighs. Photo…

712: Love, Love, Love!

The following piece of spoken word poetry should be enunciated with enthusiasm Love it! Love, love love love! Love! Love, love love it! Love I love, love, love it! Love! Love, love! Love it love! Love! Photo by Ashley Williams on Pexels.com

677: Towards A Neo-Dynamic Rationalism

When one carefully examines the fundamentals of neo-dynamicism it becomes impossible to obviate the tertiary examples of rationalism with more rudimentary observations in the realm of foundational epistemology. This infraction of evidence, in regard to the natalistic tendencies which are undeniable among a certain segment of pre and hyper dynastic individuals causes one to question…

642: The Serenity of A Blank Page

“There is something about the serenity of a blank page that is absolutely breathtaking.” Thought Megan, as she stared down at her empty sheet of paper. Words just weren’t coming to her this evening. “And even if they did,” she mused, “I could never write anything as lovely as this blank she of paper.” It…

636: A Brain Is Like A Hammer

Something I’ve been noticing lately is how many innerlectuals there seems to be, just crawling out of the woodwork. It seem like you can hardly turn a corner without bumping into two or three of them, all smart and talkin bout how they know things in their heads and stuff. Now that’s all well and…