the post calvin

We Are Not Special

I humbly suggest that we cease being ignorant optimists and start being realistically hopeful.

Being outside makes me a better person. I can’t explain it.

People are storied, first, before they are instructed.

Folksy places have their dark side.

What do you know about anyone beyond what you want to see and what they allow you to see?

Praising goodness demands much less than participating in it.

I’ll even dance with you if you need because none of us are dry.

I wonder, not for the first time, how he hasn’t run out of stories to tell.

This question’s companion is more straightforward: “Is this the end of America?”

Surreality would posit that this riot is just another unbelievably strange moment in a series of unbelievably strange moments