Thoughts From the Frontline, October 2017
October 14, 2017
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.
– Lyrics from the theme song of The Hunger Games
If buttercups buzz’d after the bee,
If boats were on land, churches on sea,
If ponies rode men and if grass ate the cows,
And cats should be chased into holes by the mouse,
If the mamas sold their babies
To the gypsies for half a crown;
If summer were spring and the other way round,
Then all the world would be upside down.
– Lyrics from a 17th...
October 7, 2017
Here’s a surprisingly profound question: What is a promise? Dictionaries offer various definitions. I like this one: “An express assurance on which expectation is to be based.”