tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434966004083105957.post6190038608891824889..comments2023-03-29T12:16:13.163-04:00Comments on Formerly A&A: Abstracting realityA&Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00199451832512165484noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434966004083105957.post-82807549010086678712011-03-03T14:42:17.878-05:002011-03-03T14:42:17.878-05:00[Also, I have to say when I first read the opening...[Also, I have to say when I first read the opening sentence, I thought it said "I'm returning to heroin again." And I had a mini-brain-explosion. Then I reread it and my brain put itself back together.]Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12876382846512978694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-434966004083105957.post-72532589399097978872011-03-03T14:41:11.074-05:002011-03-03T14:41:11.074-05:00Great questions. I often think about how dry and ...Great questions. I often think about how dry and clinical language is. "There were four casualties last night during a shoot-out between gang members and the police." And we breeze on by. Or think "Only four? That's not many."<br /><br />Until we stop to realize those were four whole people. They had mothers and fathers. Maybe sisters or brothers? What about the one who was in the gang because he was looking for a father figure? What about the cop who was working overtime that night to pay for his son's college education? What about the grandparents and friends and aunts who now are taking a short leave of absence from work because their hearts have sustained a cruel blow? What about the state of their souls? Had they heard the news that they cannot atone for their sins? Had they responded?<br /><br />It was only four casualties.Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12876382846512978694noreply@blogger.com