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In the Face of the Unknowable

The highest that man can attain is Wonder…. (Goethe) Then wonder – that the wonder of these things is a mirror to the innermost you.

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Truth – the Universal Nuisance. (Part I)

I was an only child, born into an ordinary working class family and brought up in my early years in the Midlands of the UK. The year I entered my teens we moved to a council house in a small … Continue reading

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Thread of Life

A short walk from where I live, there is an attractive area of green, dotted with low trees, that lies between a road and a row of quite smart modernish houses. I was crossing that green the other day when … Continue reading

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A Random Act of Kindness

A long time ago, I was eight years old. I was an only child. I lived with my mother and grandmother in a small town in the south Midlands. We had little money. Mum worked in a large grocery shop … Continue reading

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Albatross – or Here we go again!

So here we go again. Light a fire-cracker! We’re into another New Year. Though why we insist on calling this period the start of a year I’m not sure. After all, nothing’s really ‘started’, has it? One day follows the next … Continue reading

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The importance of fathers

I never knew my father. I have the vaguest recollection when I was perhaps three years old of a dark-coloured waistcoat on a level with my face and that, as far as I can find out as I dig about … Continue reading

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