Matter


“Matter”, the scientist said.  What he meant was mass and volume. “Matter”, the philosopher said.  What he meant was the substrate from which physical existence is derived. “Matter”, the business man said.  What he meant was anything that promotes profit. “Matter”, the parent said.  What he meant was “Let’s get real”. “Matter”, said my heart.  … Continue reading →

The Cup


There is a cup, resting on a stone in a wilderness.  To be true, there are many cups resting on stones through out the wilderness.  But I cannot speak for all of them.  This cup I know about. The cup is chipped, scratched, and the handle is broken.  It rests in a tiny clearing where … Continue reading →