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Tag Archives: identity
The Big Picture (4) : a kind of hammer ~ Steve Tanham
As children, we lose ourselves in play and the toys or games that give the play structure: a skipping rope, chalk to mark out a court, balls to kick and control… perhaps, now, a computer to enter a virtual world. … Continue reading
Identified Flying Object – Steve Tanham
One of the key understandings in mystical thought is the idea of identity. Words morph their meaning over time, and identity is a classic case. We might think of the police knowing the ‘identity’ of a person they want to … Continue reading
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Good For Something…a Jack Lockwood story by Geoffrey West
Reblogged from the Jack Lockwood Diaries: “I’ve got you!” We were touching, chest-to-chest. I could smell his sweat. The whites of his eyes and the ebony black of his skin were an inch away from my face. And I was … Continue reading
