“…If a book is lost, then someone will write it again, eventually. That should be enough immortality for everyone,” he said to me once when he was talking about the destruction of the Library at Alexandria.
No book lasts forever, because no thing lasts forever. But many things—books included—last long enough.
It is right that the murder of many people be mourned and lamented.
Even the best weapon is an unhappy tool.
What do they do, the singers, tale-writers, dancers, painters, shapers, makers?
Five principles for embracing uncertainty.
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