By Eric Le Roy
The universe was once a black hole so small that not even a microscope would have detected it. If my feeble grasp of science is right on this one, then it makes it all the more amazing when that cacophonous “Who Let the Dogs Out? moment occurred. All hell broke loose, literally and metaphorically. Night and nothingness made way for light and somethingness.
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I have no interest in mocking anyone’s faith. Not because I am afraid of offending people, but because faith is often where people keep their most tender parts: grief, hope, guilt, gratitude, love. If you kick that door down with sarcasm, you do not prove you are intelligent. You prove you are careless.
And yet, if something is truly sacred, it should be able to breathe in daylight. Questions are … Read the rest
The phone box was parked in open space the way a confident cat parks itself on your keyboard: with total disregard for physics, your calendar, and your dignity.
From the outside, it was an ordinary public phone box, the sort you would ignore on a wet street in Manchester. From the inside, it was a lounge, a studio, a parliamentary bar, and—if you looked too closely at one corner—possibly a … Read the rest
In December, cities rehearse kindness. Streets that were ugly in November suddenly glow. People who do not speak the rest of the year wish each other peace, as if peace were a weather forecast instead of a fragile human decision.
This is why old ghost stories belong to winter. Not because chains and spectres are real, but because the past and the future are always negotiating with the present, and … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
In the 21st century, people eager to don the mantel of idealism are inclined toward harsh judgments of the past. Often they are right, for who among us would shout, “Bring back slavery!!” Or “Cancel Human Rights!”? It’s even getting harder all the time to talk someone into advocating for the return of capital punishment.
As for me, I would be uncomfortable in a place … Read the rest
