“Tolkien once remarked to me that the feeling about home must have been quite different in the days when a family had fed on the produce of the same few miles of country for six generations, and that perhaps this was why they saw nymphs in the fountains and dryads in the wood — they were not mistaken for there was in a sense a real (not metaphorical) connection between them and the countryside. What had been earth and air and later corn, and later still bread, really was in them. We of course who live on a standardized international diet...are really artificial beings and have no connection (save in sentiment) with any place on earth. We are synthetic men, uprooted. The strength of the hills is not ours.” - C.S. Lewis

 

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

I've temporarily (or permanently, I haven't decided) taken down this blog, since a lot of my thinking has changed since I've posted many of the essays, and I don't necessarily want them out there on the Internet representing me.

But you can read some of my fiction writing on my Wordpress blog, Intracoastal Wanderings. Feel free to follow there and comment.

Thanks, and have a happy New Year! 
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