When we consistently, persistently, and insistently mishandle the very book which we hold up as our standard, we deceive only ourselves and repel our sincere critics.
I used to have a recurring nightmare. I'd enter a dark room where I sensed a malevolent presence. Instinctively, I'd flip the switch on the wall, but the light wouldn't respond. Fear would grip my heart as I vainly repeated my attempts to shed light on whoever or whatever approached me in the darkness. It's … Continue reading Black Light