5 days ago, I was walking in the woods with a friend. We passed into a clearing -- the sun was bright, and because it was later in the afternoon, very dusty and old. As we turned a corner and passed down a narrow footpath, tall golden grasses mingled with huge chokeberry bushes brushed past my friend.

Involuntarily, I was reminded of Tennyson; a ( Read more... )

It is the right of kings to pay for the life of another. It is the right of kings to make knights and lift them up. It is the right of kings to give life and to take it, to end life or preserve it. It is the right of kings to decide these things ( Read more... )