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The world is a beautiful place, or sublime. It is always reaching towards ideals or falling away from them, into decay. We see both the beautiful and the sublime, our ideals and their imperfection, in the blossom of a flower, a city, a work of art, or a war. InContinue Reading

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Remember The Who? Remember their rock opera, “Tommy?” The music on that record was some of the first to ever touch me deeply. I was probably about eight years old when it came out. The lyrics on that album, it turns out, are full of qualiadelic wisdom. “See me, feelContinue Reading