He didn’t trust the new food. It looked no different from what they would gather up, but there was something wrong about growing it in a spot where they had chosen. He didn’t have a word for that slippery, slightly sinister feeling that the planted food gave him, but somehow there was something the others were forgetting…
Monthly Archives: January 2008
From my library
…If, like Seneca, we want to measure God, then maybe just for today we need to employ some alternate instrument. A poet from the T’ang dynasty has a surprising suggestion for us…
