Dark as birds, the kind sober young men come quickly when you go down on the ice, rush to see for themselves whether you rise broken or whole, forever changed or unfazed by such a fall, the worldor at least the axel it spins on all unspun and you the mistressof the moment, the ice as apt as any metaphor for death
Timothy Renick on happiness, Bill McKibben on civil disobedience, Timothy Larsen on the KJV Bible.
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