New employment has me back on the unimpressive bike commute plan, home to downtown via Boise’s Greenbelt path along the river, not many miles but plenty of smiles.
None are spotless when closely examined but all deserve a little background blur.
Shadows are essential to properly appreciate brilliance.
To paraphrase my brother Jeremy, when you see brambles at the trailhead you’re not likely to find the path any better farther on.
The best way to fit between tree and fence is to carry enough speed to lean around the corner. He who hesitates hits knuckles.
Attractive ideas litter the wayside of inflexible ideologies, profitable to those willing to consider other directions.
For sixty years I have neglected all sciences but government and religion … No romances I ever read have entertained me so much. My conclusion from the whole is ‘universal toleration, let the human mind loose. It must be loose; it will be loose. Superstition and despotism cannot confine it. And the conclusion must be that mosquitoes are not competent to dogmatise.’¹