Democracy Post-"Impeachment": Dead, But Still Heartsick
Thomas Jefferson comes to mind, as he referred to knowledge in his thoughts and writings as Light
You best believe when our sweaty overdressed forefathers were sitting in a Philadelphia courthouse day after day for months during a sweltering summer trying to birth this country, every minute felt like a pressure-cooked eternity of Light.
...that the cruel joke is that prisons and cliffs share the same architecture: an edge you’re afraid to cross. The only way to learn which one you’re standing on is to step forward and trust gravity to reveal the truth.