…how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin…
The back of beyond is where I want to be. And I am back, at the back of beyond. I have come in a full circle.
Analysis and thought are the very antithesis of the sort of behavior likely to lead to lasting peace.
For some years I have assumed that far from inheriting the earth, the meek will be trampled underfoot. I am beginning to wonder whether I am mistaken.
Is the internet a curse or a blessing? Used carefully, in my opinion it is a huge blessing.
I wonder whether it is possible to be a hermit these days? And if so, where.