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Yellow Springs News Blogs Section :: Page 10
March 1 marked the 131st anniversary of an enormous explosion just south of town in Goes Station. The explosion occurred with such force, heat and clamor that everyone nearby probably thought the very gates of Hell opened up in their backyard.
Disobedience is an act of faith…in one’s own judgement.
The preponderance of ruins and tangled underbrush creates a sense of the forlorn in the way that only crumbled human structures can. There are remains of an amphitheater, some walkways and bits of a dam, all of which speak for something that once was but now is not.
Every perfect moment we share publicly online is, naturally, preceded and followed by other moments — the kinds we don’t want to share.
Sycamore thoughts are exquisite, beginning in the mud and branching into higher math. And sycamore hearts beat with reverential slowness in their capacious woody chests, one beat per human lifetime.
Booming rockets, whirring motors, and whizzing overhead drones…this week I’ve been exploring the cool technology exploding in our schools and into our lives.
The reward is worth the struggle.
“I meet people from all over the world. They tell you these amazing stories of how they got there and what it means to them, like the guest who got on a plane for the first time in their life because seeing the Grand Canyon was worth the risk of flying.”
Each of us has one life. It flows into us at birth and out of us at death. Life keeps on flowing, of course, but the particularity and shape of our one life is gone.
We all aspire to shape the world a little more in our image.