These clouds
These clouds, their bellies glowing peach-pink as they travel east to the rising sun, do not break a sweat. They go to work joyfully. They lo...
These clouds, their bellies glowing peach-pink as they travel east to the rising sun, do not break a sweat. They go to work joyfully. They lo...
Ten years before Nelly Stharre was born, Sam Cooke wrote, A Change is Gonna Come, and Bob Dylan penned, With God on our Side. Dylan’s protest song was a swift l...
Either way, for better or worse, we rise into being, through the eyes of others. And of such volatile and uncertain regard, our selves are conceived, given to b...
On March 4, 1933 Gabriel Marcel sat down to his desk in his Paris flat and wrote: “My deepest and most unshakable conviction—and if it is heretical, so much the...