First, they came for the writers, but I could not read.
Then, they came for the artists, but I could not see.
When they came for the musicians, I was unwilling to hear.
Eventually they came for me, but I could no longer think.
First, they came for the writers, but I could not read.
Then, they came for the artists, but I could not see.
When they came for the musicians, I was unwilling to hear.
Eventually they came for me, but I could no longer think.
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John and I continue the reading and commentary on Rules for Radicals
I used to think it was because I wanted to tell stories, invent characters and worlds. To steer these imaginary depictions of who and what I know, into a creative realm to share it with familiars and strangers. It was a way to express philosophy and values, to insert...
My good friend Paisios Wainwright joins me to discuss his struggles and path to Orthodoxy. Wainwright Ceramics