Fractal is an American village of 100 people. One man named Wilson Corrigan controls 40% of the community’s wealth. Wealth equals assets minus liabilities. Corrigan’s assets are immense. He’s worth billions of dollars. In fact, he owns more wealth than the bottom 90% of the community combined. He oversees all the major businesses and most […]
I wanted to return to some imaginary life based on a collection of unstable memories I thought were real. I would gaze fondly on those memories and dwell in their hazy light, hoping they would do more than flicker in and out of my thoughts like quiet visitors shapeshifting from one identity to another, never
Political parties exist to secure responsible government and to execute the will of the people. From these great tasks both of the old parties have turned aside. Instead of instruments to promote the general welfare they have become the tools of corrupt interests, which use them impartially to serve their selfish purposes. Behind the ostensible
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“The stage is not merely the meeting place of all the arts, but is also the return of art to life.” — Oscar Wilde, 1891 It has been said that the theatre dies every night, only to be reborn each day, for it exists whenever actors perform before an audience. Therefore, a primary characteristic of
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Superstitious thinkers have stood in the way of meaningful scientific innovation throughout history, and they still do. They obstruct the serious theoretical and technical challenges we face. Luckily, history also shows that most major scientific discoveries that promised to serve humanity especially well were adopted despite fierce resistance from misguided forces. Most people will do
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This is part of a series of columns that feature a much-loved poem, and other poems that speaks to, or resonate with, the first poem. This week’s poem is “Requiem,” written by Robert Louis Stevenson. This poem was carved into Stevenson’s gravestone. The line that attracted me was “Glad did I live and gladly die.” Some critics consider
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