I have a hard time imagining reality without that underwriting permanence to it — the state of reality itself.
It’s a beautiful representation of voluntary, mutual and free exchange.
Do we want to live in a society that says slavery was right for 1850’s Southerners, but wrong for 2015 Southerners?
When three women join a spinning class with one woman, she quips sarcastically, “Great…three models right in front of me.”
Every single year, the intangible, the non-quantifiable goes silently into the dawn or into the night, the world never knowing what it lost.
If the government is charged with my health, by definition, they get to regulate that which is deemed by them unhealthy.
That proclivity toward detachment allows us the convenience of ignoring lessons from history and enables us to repeat those same mistakes.
This is what I do when I get something stuck in my head and I have to get it out. Continue reading