Would the soldier, afforded an afterlife and a memory of the things they were and the places they'd been, conjure up thoughts of well-placed shots, violent ambushes, victory over the enemy? Would a stockbroker dream of their numbers, their material things, their portfolios? Would a priest recall the moments they stood on the dais above … Continue reading Headland
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Birds
Kelly and I were on a walk last evening when I spotted a couple of birds flying overhead that had a strange wing shape. My initial thought after the minimal glimpse was falcon, but it just didn't look right, and I couldn't think of a falcon that would be in that area of Arlington. My … Continue reading Birds
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 