Thursday, January 4, 2018

Books of Wisdom

An old blogger buddy was talking about a magazine he once ran.
I think I wrote something for it once.
If I'm remembering correctly,
it was a magazine of anonymous confessions,
and I contributed an ugly secret.

Today he mentioned that magazine and the bible in the same post,
and I said:
I remember the magazine,
and the bible.
I also remember the day I turned and flew toward the stars with Neil Degrasse Tyson instead.
The clarity and solidity of physics is a far greater comfort to me than the poems of liars and charlatans...
There is no good, there is no bad.
There are only the places in between.

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