Pursuit is what feels so right it can’t be wrong. You know, in your dog brain. Among the strangest of things to happen today in my world, besides a rare January rain, was a gathering of dozens of crows. It provoked pursuit of a thought: Large gatherings of crows, those are called murders, you know,…

I am recovering my ability to say we and know when I am not lying. That is progress from some of the places I have imagined being, lately. Individuation dissection at seventy, don’t wait. Get yourself together before you even think about putting an act on the road. The acting-as-if function in our kind has…