“If arts and music, precious gifts in themselves, were akin to memory, literature was the self-knowing of the species; the human mind accumulated, a manifest of wisdom and knowledge, self-doubt and awareness, folly and foible, all transmitted through the generations.… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“If arts and music, precious gifts in themselves, were akin to memory, literature was the self-knowing of the species; the human mind accumulated, a… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“In AR, a falling tree makes no sound unless there is a witness to behold the event. Otherwise, it is only a changing pattern… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“Eric, you need to look at the whole picture," the PM said. "You look at the jobless as a huge pile of scrap and… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“AND where did the books go when the world turned against them? When the flames of wrath blackened their pages and erased the words,… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“We nurture the candle flames that show the way ahead. We are guerrillas of the word, unsung heroes breathing softly on the embers of… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“Beyond the queues, the vacancy screens listed jobs in a multitude of languages. Invariably, they were low-paid and short-term dead-ends. Nearby, people in headphones… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
