I’m going to do something crazy. Serialize the narrating of my inner unfolding in a shamelessly autobiographical manner. This is my truth and intimate meaning. I do not care if it offends, but that is light years away from my intention. (Use index at left for specific chapters; here is the previous episode.)
I’m going to do something crazy. Serialize the narrating of my inner unfolding in a shamelessly autobiographical manner. This is my truth and intimate meaning. I do not care if it offends, but that is light years away from my intention.
It gets prominent mention in the U.S. Constitution, figures in the 19th century moral ethics of J.S. Mill’s Utilitarianism, is a core dictum within ‘A Course In Miracles’, and even has been attributed to Aristotle’s conception of an ideal life. But what is it?
I like to hit the supermarkets at night, about half an hour before closing. Peaceful, almost empty, fast. And uneventful… normally.
Feelings around a pastiche of past and future romances part real, part imagination, part beyond truth or falsity.
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