“Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.”
The Book Thief, Marcus Zusak

The thought has often occurred to me that humankind…



“Too shameful it seems to me that ye should go abroad with our tribute, unfought with, now that ye have come thus far into our land. Not so lightly shall ye come by the treasure: point and edge shall first make atonement, grim war-play, before we pay tribute…”
Byrhtnoth, alderman of Essex, to the marauding Vikings (991 AD)

To begin with full disclosure of one’s Muse is the first and great responsibility of the essayist…


“Why did I dream that sleep o’er-power’d me
In midst of all this heaven?
Why not see, Far off, the shadows of his pinions dark,
And stare them from me? But no, like a spark
That needs must die, although its little beam
Reflects upon a diamond, my sweet dream
Fell into nothing…”
Endymion, John Keats

Last time we probed the inability of hope to deliver for us…