The Seventh Seal and the Knight of Faith (Kierkegaard meets McGilchrist)


By Wayne Allensworth And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven... Revelation 8:1 In Fear and Trembling, Soren Kierkegaard wrote that faith begins precisely where thought stops. What then is faith? In answering that question, YouTube’s “Boy In The Badlands” channel renders a very perceptive interpretation of Ingmar Bergman’s 1957 film The Seventh Seal...

The Rise of Putin and the Ukraine Endgame (A View from the Bridge)


By Wayne Allensworth It was November in Moscow, 24 years ago. I was taking a walk, killing a little time before my next meeting with one of my Russian contacts. As I had often done in the past, I walked across Red Square, past the red walls and golden domes of the Kremlin. The air was cold, but not yet frosty, and I pulled my collar closer around my neck. I was headed for the Bolshoy Moscow...

Goodbye, Mr. Bond


By Wayne Allensworth You only live twice Once when you are born And once when you look death in the face —  James Bond, after Japanese poet Basho in You Only Live Twice My first encounter with James Bond at the movies was quite memorable, partly because I was trying to watch Goldfinger from the backseat of our family car at Thunderbird Drive-in in Houston, Texas, and partly because my...

As I Remember (A Free for All)


By Wayne Allensworth We established this website to chronicle the past as well as the tumultuous times we live in. My great grandmother left behind written reminisces about her early life, and before mass media had completely stamped out storytelling, we heard stories of our family’s past from our parents, grandparents, and other older relatives. The rate of change, driven in part by technology...

Va. School Board Restores Confederate Names to Two Schools


By R. Cort Kirkwood (The New American) In Shenandoah County, Virginia, one of the baleful effects of the George Floyd Hoax has been undone. The school board has voted to restore the names of Confederate Generals Robert E. Lee, Turner Ashby, and Stonewall Jackson to two schools. The historically illiterate, leftist Xverse is none too happy about it, despite the decision’s being the result of...

Writing in the Dust (On “Knowing” Things)


By Wayne Allensworth For all my friends, whatever their beliefs, that we may all open our eyes and see. Recorded in the Gospel According to St. John, Chapter 8, is one of the most intriguing stories in the Bible. Jesus was teaching at the temple when the scribes and Pharisees brought an adulterous woman to him for judgment. In one of many instances when the religious authorities attempted to trap...

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A Ceasefire in Ukraine? (The “Korean Model”)


By Wayne Allensworth The March retirement of Victoria Nuland from her post as State Department undersecretary for political affairs sparked discussions in Moscow over whether the vociferously anti-Russian American official’s leaving might mean that Washington was growing weary of the war in Ukraine, or at least might be interested in a ceasefire. And, if so, what would Washington hope to...

After the Apocalypse (Reflections on the Present Crisis)


By Wayne Allensworth I was waiting to pick up my order at a popular BBQ restaurant near my home on a weekend afternoon. It turned out to be quite an eye-opening experience. Or it would have been if I were shocked or surprised by anything these days. I found myself people-watching in a sort of weary, resigned fashion, as strange specimens of humanity made their way in and out of the place. At...

Darkness at Noon


By Wayne Allensworth The period of totality was approaching. We watched and waited and glanced up when the clouds broke above us deep in the heart of the Texas hill country. I craned my neck and felt the way I had when I was drawn to look upward symbolically at the heavens by the Sistine Chapel ceiling, my neck aching, but not thinking about it. Caught up in a unique moment in the flow of time. A...

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