Our language, our verb tenses, essential to our survival, are false idols, false, based on everything we understand about the universe, about the reality in which we live and are.
Universal Basic Income, and what the distant future inevitably holds for developed-world workers.
I saw Nothing there once. It was beckoning a moment of sequence.
Boss cites unity, health, snacks as reasons for opening the office.
Christians cite God’s “negative attitude.”
Survivalist instincts tempering, we will slowly expose the dangerous, the childish, the useless opinions among us, and exorcise. But save the rest of us the trouble: get your rosary, and do it yourself.
Nothing else happens.
“How can I really know what’s going on in those pills?”
Group turns itself inside out.
Candid conversation spikes.