By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ As time goes by, I feel distances spreading within myself. It’s as if the core of me is a little private plane without a compass and running out of fuel circling aimlessly in a sheer blue sky with snow-capped mountains in the distance on all sides. In effect, my essence has been stretched; it is becoming the material of the sky, and by this … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ In a recent blog I discussed the unsavory possibility that I am nothing more than a test-tube, hormonally equipped with bubbling cells that direct me to think thoughts and do things that I mistakenly attribute to some kind of ‘free will’. I imagined what would happen if, like some kind of cosmic dart, I was thrown into the portrait known as the Mona Lisa, … Read the rest
