Smell is the mute sense, the one without words.
Nothing reveals more about the inner life of a people than their arts.
As fleeting emotions stalk it, a face can leak fear or the guilt of a forming lie.
I'm certainly not opposed to digital technology, whose graces I daily enjoy and rely on in so many ways. But I worry about our virtual blinders.
Which is crueler, an old man's lost memories of a life lived, or a young man's lost memories of the life he meant to live?
As the most social apes, we inhabit a mirror-world in which every important relationship, whether with spouse, friend or child, shapes the brain, which in turn shapes our relationships.