Introduction: So I am going to be writing about our discredited ruling class, and the rest of us who enable them, but I want to begin with a parable. The subject matter of the parable is not exactly ...
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Black Swans Are Invisible While Approaching
“Whenever something like this happens, as it has from time to time in the annals of geopolitics, any competent historian can, after the fact, show how the subsequent events that proved so momentous, and which crept up on everybody from behind, and which virtually no one predicted, were in actual fact some kind of inevitable. The whole thing was going to happen, somehow, someway. This kind of inevitability is a strange creature of time, being only visible from the rear and never from the front. Historians can see it clearly, but prognosticators, for some reason, cannot.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, pp. 1-2
Not That Easy
In Need of a Crown
“Now when the doors at the back of the church swung open, and she fixed her eyes on Thomas, and saw him standing there upright, in a stern gladness, she felt like she was looking down on him from the top of an emerald cloud of joy that surrounded that rainbow in John’s apocalypse. The brilliant notes of the organ’s glory had swirled down the aisle toward the back of the church and washed around her feet like an incoming tide . . . As she advanced down the aisle, Savannah knew herself to be beautiful, and there was no conceit in it anywhere, for the beauty belonged to another entirely. She was the glory of another. Her head was waiting for her at the front of the church, a dear, kind man. But she was not approaching him as though he were a head in need of feet; rather, her waiting head was bare and needed a crown.”
All in a Shoebox
“Sex, the way God established it at the very beginning, rules . . . The ancient poet Horace put it with some force when he said Naturam expelles furca, tamen usque recurret, which puts the whole thing into a shoebox. “You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, but she will keep coming back again.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. xi
As Those Guys Are Tough Customers
“The groom’s eye was much better, meaning that Mrs. Fuller no longer thought he looked like the chaplain on a pirate ship.”
The Truth Outside the Feels
Introduction: Let me tell you a tale of the times in which we live. Let me tell you a fable so, so . . . fabulous that you will scarce believe it. Well, not a fable, really. More like an ...
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Which Is Not That Common
“She was Jael, wife of Heber, and she had done it with a parasol.”
Mostly Mail on Masks, Though the Musings Are Muffled
The mayor of Moscow has mandatedmasks when we are out and about. So thisis one of my grandsons at Safeway. Letter to the Editor: Re: 7 reasons for unmasking the masks Thanks for taking ...
A Hurricane of Gladness
“She had been wise in her own conceits, and now she felt all those conceits blowing like straws in a tornado. She was the straw, in a hurricane of grace.”