Sometimes the subconscious mind seems fundamentally sadistic. Like some assassin charged with the slaughter of tranquility; waiting for the most inopportune, unexpected moment to dredge up old memories that have lain still…
musing
The Human Song
I was watching a documentary on the Chauvet caves of Southern France which contain a plethora of the oldest cave paintings still in existence. One chapter of the presentation focused on a…
