Family – A contemporary log of fragmentary pleasures

O Death, You Filthy Piece of Crap, Where is Your Sting?

Death is final. It is the end of all things. It catches up to us all, for it is the most powerful and unstoppable force in existence. No one, not one, can evade its bony grasp. We must all succumb to the darkness and be forgotten. There is no escape. All that is a lie.Continue reading “O Death, You Filthy Piece of Crap, Where is Your Sting?”

Light the Way in the Darkness, pt. 5

Part 4 here To light the way in the darkness, it’s not enough to simply shine a light. I have to leave the security of the mountains to travel through the valley roads where the lost live, where they toil and they die, all the while longing for a rest from suffering. In hopes ofContinue reading “Light the Way in the Darkness, pt. 5”

The Joy of LEGO

When I was a kid, playing with LEGO bricks was my life. I had a chunky red bucket filled with the things, mostly the basic shapes like cubes and flat pieces. But I’d dig through those bricks like a beachcomber through sand, because I knew I had the hidden treasures, those special pieces: the onesContinue reading “The Joy of LEGO”