God’s Toenails and Spies

Words are wonderful things. Gods are, too. I’ve always fancied a Grecian sort of formula, where a cantankerous bunch of gods vie with each other for followers and power, up to their necks in petty grievances and revenges and seductions and machinations and magnanimous acts of blessing. I can...

Knowing My Place

Hell is not being consigned to flames of woe.  Hell is being assigned to work beside a refrigerator – a noisy, full-sized, gleaming white one. You might wonder what business a refrigerator has in the center of a large open office environment, a presumably professional and public sort of...

Sincere Eternity

No, I am not going all new-age metaphysical on you — I’m far too grounded in Yankee practicality to float off into the calming comforts of other dimensions. I can’t even indulge in a nice juicy private fantasy without spoiling it with questions of logistics and petty details and...