Political outcomes won’t change it: things that brought joy yesterday are those which bring joy today — full suspension bunny-hop from asphalt to dirt, glittering leaves and deep breaths of cold air.
“It does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods, or no god. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg … Reason and free enquiry are the only effectual agents against error.”¹
New employment has me back on the unimpressive bike commute plan, home to downtown via Boise’s Greenbelt path along the river, not many miles but plenty of smiles.
Shadows are essential to properly appreciate brilliance.
None are spotless when closely examined but all deserve a little background blur.
To paraphrase my brother Jeremy, when you see brambles at the trailhead you’re not likely to find the path any better farther on.
The best way to fit between tree and fence is to carry enough speed to lean around the corner. He who hesitates hits knuckles.
Attractive ideas litter the wayside of inflexible ideologies, profitable to those willing to consider other directions.
For sixty years I have neglected all sciences but government and religion … No romances I ever read have entertained me so much. My conclusion from the whole is ‘universal toleration, let the human mind loose. It must be loose; it will be loose. Superstition and despotism cannot confine it. And the conclusion must be that mosquitoes are not competent to dogmatise.’¹
At the end of the day we all return, as before, to friends and family, to love and be loved.
by Jason Abbott