The Price of Being Sure

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We live in an age where certainty travels faster than facts, and where emotion is often treated as a substitute for evidence, not because people have suddenly become wicked or foolish, but because the modern attention economy quietly rewards whatever is simple, sharp, and loud; it is easy to forget that the world is rarely simple, almost never sharp, and only occasionally loud for reasons that matter. When unrest erupts … Read the rest

Your Faith, Their “Superstition”

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People say it in a relaxed voice, almost kindly: “Look, other religions are nonsense. Mine is the good one.” Then they add a few details, because details make any claim feel more serious. “Their rituals are stupid.” “They’re dirty.” “They have crazy limitations.” “They fast in the daytime and then try to cheat by turning off the lights, as if God can’t see.” Everyone laughs. The laughter has that … Read the rest

The Art of Saying Nothing. Necro-Speak

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There’s a special kind of language that doesn’t tell you what’s happening—it tells you what to feel about it. It’s an art form, really. A performance where words pretend to inform but actually sedate. Bureaucrats, generals, and “information managers” have refined it into a linguistic ballet: graceful, bloodless, and utterly lethal to thought.

It’s called doublespeak. Or, in the more poetic tongues of the East, necro-speak—the language of the … Read the rest

The Finch And The Falconer

By Eric Le Roy

     

                         

“The world is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel” – Horace Walpole

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Only the Lonely” was the signature song of a guy named Roy Orbison, a star in the early rock’ n’ roll era. Orbison died in 1988 of a heart attack at the age of 52. Songs are full of lonely guys; they were back … Read the rest

Who You Are And Who They Think You Are

By Eric Le Roy

.Content 18+ I remember working in a pub in Crawley, near Gatwick airport in London. Many years ago. I was by then probably in my early 30s. Yet, as they say, ‘everybody gets old, but you can stay immature forever.’ That would have been me back then.

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I had lived in Bath during the 1970s, returned to the US to do a Master’s degree Read the rest