Category: My Work
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Reap What You Sow
Reap What You Sow (maybe) As You Sow, So Shall You Reap (maybe) Maybe. But it’s that little qualifier hanging off the end that distinguishes “The Golden Rule (you know, that “do unto others”, etc. stuff) from a self-serving trade-off where one prays like a Pharisee at the Temple in the mistaken certainty of winning…
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Reap What You Sow *
Reap What You Sow (maybe) But it’s that little qualifier hanging off the end that distinguishes “The Golden Rule (you know, that “do unto others”, etc. stuff) from a self-serving trade-off where one prays like a Pharisee at the Temple in the mistaken certainty of winning a seat in heaven. Even the Golden Rule should…
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A Note From The Administrator
A note from the Author & Administrator of PALIMPSEST At the very bottom, right hand corner of my Palimpsest Home Page there is a tiny button that reads ‘FOLLOW’. By clicking on that button, you are signing up to be a FOLLOWER of my site and have the opportunity to view my work as each…
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An Atheist’s Psalter
An Atheist’s Psalter Here I go again, trying to explain what I do and justify the extraordinary amount of time I spend on it to my family. Palimpsest is an atheist’s Psalter, a loosely organized and moderated collection (some old and dusty) of articles, poetry, and prose centred around my own personal belief system. It…
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An Atheist’s Psalter *
An Atheist’s Psalter Here I go again, trying to explain what I do and justify the extraordinary amount of time I spend on it to my family. Palimpsest is an atheist’s Psalter, a loosely organized and moderated collection (some old and dusty) of articles, poetry, and prose centred around my own personal belief system. It…
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Silence
Silence Not a sound carried on the breeze No repeated echos faintly dying No talk, no chatter, no whispers Not a solitary note Disrupts this quietude. The daily accompaniment Of constant, persistent noise Permeating every waking hour Made almost mute by constant presence Like visions too common to be seen. We pay no heed to…
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Silence *
Silence Not a sound carried on the breeze No repeated echos faintly dying No talk, no chatter, no whispers Not a solitary note Disrupts this quietude. The daily accompaniment Of constant, persistent noise Permeating every waking hour Made almost mute by constant presence Like visions too common to be seen. We pay no heed to…
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Dignity
Dignity I was 10 (-ish). I was walking with my father, tracing the banks of the Humber River in mid-summer. It was hot and we had been at the chore for a while. We were well south of the Dundas Bridge on the east shore of the river. We had made our way through Lambton…
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Dignity *
Dignity I was 10 (-ish). I was walking with my father, tracing the banks of the Humber River in mid-summer. It was hot and we had been at the chore for a while. We were well south of the Dundas Bridge on the east shore of the river. We had made our way through Lambton…
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On A Serious Note
On A Serious Note My spouse came to me the other day with a serious look on her face and announced “We need to talk”. I mentally braced myself and looked up inquiringly. “We need to talk about our wills”. Okay. Not as bad as I thought. I can handle this without resorting to anything…
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