Some events are like this.
They creep up like a stalking wolf.
Or, as Nietzsche put it, on doves’ feet.
We don’t hear them coming and need a third ear to make out, behind the ‘still, small voice’, the echo of the explosion.
Read Full Article »Some events are like this.
They creep up like a stalking wolf.
Or, as Nietzsche put it, on doves’ feet.
We don’t hear them coming and need a third ear to make out, behind the ‘still, small voice’, the echo of the explosion.
Read Full Article »