The End of the Beginning by Douglas Penick

The sky, serene, impenetrable, ineffable and incomparable, with a fine island of clouds...

When jaguars gnaw the quinine from the bark of a red cinchona tree...

Jupiter is the god who hurls thunderbolts, Dius Fidius the god of oaths...

There are as many Buddhas as there are atoms...

Can the soul stroll?

ZHUANG ZHOU DREAMS HE IS A BUTTERFLY...

Preserve me not that I become another nor ossify...

Why were we stuck in prehistory for so long?

It was not such a surprise to find Bruno Latour in the crypt...

When is death bad for the one who dies?

How many women have had to contort themselves into a particular image of an adventurous woman?

First, God exists. Second, God does not exist...

A mystery of all Franprix is the consistent excellence of their music...

Even in the Buddha’s teachings, the direct experience of omnipresent wakefulness falls prey to hierarchies...

Of particular importance in the revisionist lesson is the task of clearing Dracula from any association with vampirism...

All of us, as life draws towards its end, are waiting...