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I've seen a few straggling butterflies out on the skies. One can't be too careful just on a fly to the studio, with the wind, the webs and obstructions. We know well the obstructions of which I speak, dear butterflies, the loathsome machines designed by humans known as automobiles. These days more butterflies are lost on the windshields of those vehicles than to the several mouths of traditional predators.
Representatives from 32 states met at the 16th annual Lights Out Convention at Sun City's underground resort in Sunnyside, Calif. They discussed plans, among them a "sunlight tax," to reduce Americans' exposure to deadly rays, which over time may cause skin irritations and cancers.
The ship that carried that mythical hero to triumph over the minotaur, and to Antiope, took its lumps in the roughening waters of the Aegean Sea. Each time it returned, on the dock the old repairman carried the splintered boards of the wooden hulk and laid them in his shed. After a time, all of the ship's original boards were heaped in the shed, waterlogged, and the ship that ferried Theseus over the sea was made solely of repair parts.
The First Amendment dispute is irrelevant because no one tried to stop this paper from publishing the piece. No censors, no oppressors, not even protesters demonstrated against its publishing. No one, to be sure, questioned this paper's right to publish controversial material.
It struck me last Wednesday, on the Web. The Associated Press was reporting how scientists had discovered in Kenya a second genus of pre-humans some 3.6 million years old. It raised new questions, they said, about the origins of our species. For me, it raised a simple, familiar question: Who, what am I?
For some reason I'm thinking of now.
You see, I am a human.
He penciled in the trees, row after row circling the lake before tapering off into the bald lead humps of hills.
Our unlikeness took one of us after the severing of the cord to the crib by the window, the second to a dim corner, bound by the wailing cry of our neighbors.
You ever feel the same? Meet people so phony you can't believe they're real?
We all watched him because he was the best among us. Spotlight followed him. He was one of those people with a strange gift, an uncanny way about him made people smile.
We rush ever forward in the progress of a circle. We never change places - there are no places to exchange.
