The first day I went and knocked on the door, it was raining. It was a hard rain. A noisy rain. I knocked on the door several times. I called out, “Hello! Is anyone in there? Please come to the door.” Nobody came. The door did not open. I went away while the rain was … More Kafka #prose by David Sparenberg
Look at me. Do you see? I am here. I am who you are indifferent to; I am who you are coming after. When there is a storm, I go down to the sea. When it is dawn, I climb farther up the far-seeing mountain. Always climbing, yet near topping a summit! Never have I … More Before Us Is Earth by David Sparenberg
The old pathfinder ascended the crest of the hill. Momentarily he stood alone, looking down out over the valley that only now, for his first time, began to reveal itself. Shortly a second person, a woman, topped the ridge and stood beside the white head. Not needing to look in her direction, the elder know … More Pathfinders – A story of future-past by David Sparenberg
The day (once more)when the world as we know it stoppedthe Doomsday Clock, barelyin the nick of time, stood stillthe power of political death overindividual life ended, thecivilizationof greed and ego and violencecollapsedreturning to dust. Not becausesomebody, supernaturally, descendedfrom the clouds, not becausethe sea miraculously parted.The event happened(happened again and is happening still)because a little … More THE DAY ARRIVED by David Sparenberg
Freedom of Conscienceis freedomto think your own thoughtsfeel your own feelingsgive voice to your voiceand to follow the pathof doing what is rightbecause it is right to do so. Freedom of Conscienceis freedomof the Sovereignty of Identity. It is manifestedthrough moral charactereducatedin moral responsibilitynourished by courage. Freedom of Conscienceis the keystone speciesin the ecology of … More Sovereignty by David Sparenberg
In an instant—fire! The fire surged unto eternity. Elementals perished amid flaming trees. The Keepers of Animals were consumed with the animals they could no longer protect. Insects with torched antennae and wingless butterflies stumbled, crumpled and died before tongues and mouths of voracious heat. Even angels, with fiery wings resembling butterflies and feathered doves … More The Plunge Of Prometheus* by David Sparenberg
What if there had neverbeen a Socratesan Erasmusa Voltaire or Mark Twain never a Gandhian Oscar Wildea George Bernard Shawor a Dr. Albert Schweitzer never a Frederick Douglasa Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.and never facingdown opposition to reconciliationa Malcolm X and we were allstuckstuck as some of us are stuckin the divisive war-makingand criminalization of … More The Unexamined Life by David Sparenberg
Even in the smallest experience: a bird on the branch of a tree in whatever season, a cup of tea and sounding of rain, one potato from that age-old land., a savory herb from out the gift of garden, a flower to caress a cheek and find the nostrils then the lips, too, the touch … More The Everlasting Small by David Sparenberg
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