St. John declares that words make us human. That words, even, make us exist. It is words, and not pictograms or tools or logic or emotions. And so St. John is the patron saint of writers. I mean St. John the Evangelist, theoretical author of what is known as John’s gospel. I don’t know or […]
Read More The WordAlthough he is regularly served expensive food, my white cat thinks I’m trying to starve him to death. He woke up early on Orthodox Easter, found the beet-red boiled egg I’d been given, and chewed one end of it off. Scattered around the gnawed egg, I found the pastel foil-wrapped chocolates the priest had sprinkled with […]
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