Confessions of a Conservative Atheist
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Other than the candy, it seemed to Otto, who was a simple man, that Halloween was an entire holiday devoted exclusively to fear, well beyond mischief night or the day itself, and being frightened was something he spent his entire life avoiding. Otto had a big problem with Halloween. He liked the candy well enough,… Continue reading Otto and the ghost that cried, being a fictionalized account of a man who was scared of Halloween
Love can sing to us, sweetly, and we can build an edifice upon it for that special choir, an edifice composed of both the joy we have in our lover and the fears of how it will end, for everything is ultimately “ruin’d” in this world, but in Shakespeare’s, even a single intentionally shortened syllable… Continue reading Shakespeare’s Sonnet 73, the “Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang,” and the meaning of love itself
The Bard wasn’t a scientist, unless you consider him an explorer of the human mind as some critics have asserted, and yet if we can divine one overarching theme he pursued, we might say it is uncertainty itself. Sonnet 94 is perhaps his greatest achievement in this regard, as the meaning changes based on the… Continue reading Shakespeare’s quantum mechanics in verse form
Otto was a simple man, some might say too simple or perhaps even describe him as mentally retarded, to use the term from an earlier, less enlightened era. The one thing he liked was heat, and therefore it was no surprise that he was one of the few who enjoyed an eternity of scorching temperatures.… Continue reading A world of endless summer, being a fictionalized account of a year where summer never ended in the Northern Hemisphere
There’s no doubt fall can be beautiful and the first arrival of cold weather invigorating, but trees don’t lose their leaves because they want to. Energy is scarce in winter, and all living things have been shaped by the timeless evolutionary challenge of how to spend it wisely, even ourselves. Unlike many, I can’t bring… Continue reading The increasingly cold grip of fall and the horror of near endless winter
Confessions of a Conservative Atheist 