It’s snowing. I look out the window and see nothing but a white blankness, the indistinct motion of flurries, and the stark, hazy outlines of branches and thickets. It reminds me of something, but what? Hazy outlines … indistinct motion … white blankness....
I was on the phone today with an author. We’re writing a book together. His original outline was structured in two parts: Part I taught a set of laws, and was called “Principles.” Part II was called “Practices.” Aha, there was the problem right there: thinking that...
