The Sophists of old were masters of their craft. Whether the craft was oratory or winemaking was not the question. The question was the...

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'We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first...

'It's clobbering time!' Anyone recognise those words? I enjoy the end results of writing. If they're good that is, whatever that is......

My self is my opinions, my indoctrination, my learnt behaviour. My self is no different from all other selves in essence. I might be an...