It’s a gorgeous Sunday afternoon, full of light and color and shadow. Many people are in the quarter-mile wide parkland, which follows a creek as it cuts through the college…
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A friend writes to express a conundrum many people are grappling with these days, touching on a philosophical inquiry that rather obsessed my youth until I gained sufficient insight into…
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It’s a lazy summer afternoon, and at the only sandy ‘beach’ in Lower Park, a big group of parents and children frolic in the water.
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Is there an intrinsic intent in the universe to evolve brains capable of conscious awareness of Mind? That’s a religious and philosophical question, not one that can be answered by…
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A small woodland hawk skims above the surface of the creek, then swoops up and lands atop a tree upstream. The sky is opaque, with a high white cover, but…
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Twice yesterday, once at the corner café and later at the local brewery, I heard someone evince a strong whiff of misanthropy. The first was from a studious older fellow who’s…
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The animal spotted me jogging up the path in the park. It stopped and turned about 100 meters ahead, and then again at 75 meters. It was the size and…
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The smaller of the two creeks, just beyond town (and soon to be enveloped by it), is running full and strong again after a few good storms. One almost forgets…