Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.


It's Been a While

. . . since I've mentioned him, but I was reminded today how much I like Leonard Pitts, Jr.

. . . But going through channels wasn't enough for Rodriguez. This latest book, Discovering Cultures, Cuba, outraged her. She felt it romanticized life on the island. She felt children ought not see it. So she stole it. Checked it out of the library, kept it past its return date and announced she has no intention of ever returning it. . . .

Do we all get to remove from the library any book that hurts our feelings? Pretty soon you wouldn't have a library -- just a room full of empty shelves.

I'm going to make a promise, then: For as long as Rodriguez and her confederates want to keep stealing Bossard Elementary's copy of Discovering Cultures, Cuba, I'll keep replacing it. Let me hear the book has disappeared and a new copy is on its way as fast as can get it there. . . .


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