The Platonic Tree
(If Plato had considered a tree instead of a cave)Cf. Republic, Book VII For a little child a tree is foreverIt is as it was, and will always beIn a dreamy stasis beyond all timeTrue…
Author: Fellowship & Fairydust
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Baylea the Rescue Pup
I wrote this piece a few years ago now for use on my rescue site and took the liberty of writing it from Baylea’s point of view, but the message it conveys is still just…
Plautus and Tarzan
The plays of Plautus all repose in peacenext to my boyhood’s tattered Tarzan books,University classes, and summer days.I suppose Mercury brought his own vines. Kafka is up against Rilke and Parzival;they seem to get along…
A Matter of Faith
It began with a sound. A voice, then thousands of voices. Angry, a choir of discontent. Shouts. “Street Fighting Man” by the Rolling Stones playing. A picture came into focus. Grant Park near the Conrad…
To God, Who Gives Joy to Our Youth
For Reverend Raphael Barousse, OSBFather Raph - Uncle Bubby - on His Birthday Introibo ad altare DeiAd Deum qui laetificat juvenitutem meam You look into the mirror and ask yourself“Who is that old man staring…
Light, Love, Song, Feast, and Dance: Thoughts on the Capitol Riot
Someone wrote that if you were a mile away from the Battle of Hastings (October 1066), you not only couldn’t hear any of it but unless you were in direct line of sight you wouldn’t…
Dostoyevsky’s House of the Living: A Review of “The House of the Dead”
“I was in prison…and you came to see me.” ~ Saint Matthew 25: 34-26 Dostoyevsky is possibly the best writer of narratives of redemption, probably because of his time in prison. I first read The House of…
Is Winter Going to be Harsh?
There are so many sayings and folklores surrounding predicting if winter is going to be a harsh one or not, many of which date back for hundreds of years. Many of these folklores on predicting…
Remembering Blessings
One ChristmasI rememberlooking out the windowin the ivory snowon a brown, barren tree branchsat a beautiful cardinal,and he didn't seem to mind the cold ashe sat out in the windy snow strewnsong of winter;he simply…