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Luciani Floridi in Aeon , on AI: Philosophy doesn’t do nuances well. It might fancy itself a model of precision and finely honed distincti...

The Progress of November: An Ode by Anne Hunter Now yellow Autumn's leafy ruins lie In faded splendor on the desert plain, Far fro...

Praise to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise: In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways! The Angels...

John Ogilvie John Ogilvie was born into an important Calvinist family in Banffshire, Scotland. He was sent abroad to be educated, and whil...

Hallowe'en in a Suburb by H. P. Lovecraft The steeples are white in the wild moonlight, And the trees have a silver glare; Past the...

John Case on the acts of prudence ( Speculum Moralium Questionum, Liber VI, Caput x ): These virtues, namely, counsel, solertia, sagacity,...

The Haunted Palace by Edgar Allan Poe In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant ...