Same job, different uniform.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Love's Labours by the Descendants of Monkeys

Dying miners write love letters to their families. "We didn't suffer. We love you."

Precious, spirited humanity. This is the work of time and chance colliding? Time and Chance, which are mere measurements and not, after all, forces themselves.

Yes, I am more convinced than ever that we are the soulful, literate, imaginative offspring of monkeys.

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Blogger girlfriday said...

Very precious. It must have been such a consolation after the false bit of hope that they were still alive. Salve on a wound.

Sunday, January 08, 2006


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