I am a refugee of many lands. I was born where the scent of the orange groves mixes with the salt in the air. I grew up on an island of beauty when the gem-like blue of the sea colored my existence. Yet, as a youth, I thought meaning should be found elsewhere, farther. I crossed borders, mingled with diverse people, examined countless ideas, sought my purposes. A man can have many lives in his existence.
The years passed like the course of a river boring to the ocean: raging, sinuous, calm. Until one day, midway into the book of my life, the narrative took an unexpected turn and I crossed paths with a singular little fellow. My writings have their genesis in that remarkable encounter.
In her excellent book The Secret Heresy of Hieronymus Bosch, Linda Harris hypothesizes that the frequent occurrence of an owl in Bosch’s paintings is meant to signal the omnipresence… Read more “Hieronymus’ owl”
The dearest ambition of a slave is not liberty but to have a slave of his own. ~Sir Richard Francis Burton~ The day I posted this quotation… Read more “The dearest ambition of a slave”
The popular B movie “Stigmata” (1999) gained a measure of notoriety for its plot involving a mysterious, top-hushed gospel threatening to topple 2000 years of Christian tradition.… Read more “The movie “Stigmata” (1999) and the “Cathar scriptures””