Ripples
The moon is full tonight,
as is my mind:
memories of another life,
another time.
On the river-water
boats ripple as they glide;
each ripple is half-remembered
as it rises up, then dies.
Posting is likely to be light this week. In the pipeline: the final posts of a number of series (on formal typology of argument, on Hume's Dialogues, etc.), a discussion of the tractability of moral disagreement (you read it right), and a 'Philosophy 101' series of posts, some juvenilia, and more.
