“Language thou art too narrow, and too weak To ease us now; great sorrow cannot speak.” Words attributed to John Donne around 1617, which I found yesterday in the used…

I flirted with the familiar yesterday, twice, because I’m tired. Outside Roanoke, Virginia, last night the campgrounds were full by the time I was ready to stop. Seems that people…

Nothing is as it seems–nor is it otherwise. Someone once told me the latter half of that phrase was a Zen koan. I can’t corroborate that. But after spending over…