We cannot live, create, grow in terror, in constant fear for our lives, the lives of our kin. And yet we know, we always know, how fragile is the whole edifice.
Each instant/Is the door/Into eternity
By Philalethes The origins of the American Republic are, where are they? Lots of places. The political thought of 17th– and 18th-century Britain. In the Dutch republic. In the Italian Renaissance. In the minds of some geniuses tired of being taxed, censored, and silenced. In the fed-up […]