A cynic is a kind of romantic who has aged.
I'm always looking for insights into the real Doris Day because I'm stuck with this infatuation and need to explain it to myself.
Why does life feel, to us as we experience it, so desperately urgent and so utterly pointless at the same time?
It is in middles that extremes clash, where ambiguity restlessly rules.
I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway.
Faith is not so much a binary pole as a quantum state, which tends to indeterminacy when closely examined.