I fancy that Alyosha was more of a realist than any one. Oh! no doubt, in the monastery he fully believed in miracles, but, to my thinking, miracles are never a stumbling-block to the realist. It is not miracles that dispose realists to belief. The genuine realist, if he is an unbeliever, will always find [...]

This is what my Friday evening looks like. At this time of year these views become rare and precious. The sun is all too quick to vanish from the horizon, as if we’ve done something to offend her. She keeps her distance and skirts along the bottom of the sky, never staying for long. I [...]

Intrepidly, I tugged on the plastic handle. The door always sticks but it gives way with a sharp yank. The sound of rattling bottles and jars accompanies the basking glow radiating from within the white box. A chill creeps over my face as I peer inside–this mysterious cave holds many treasures. Of course, retrieving such [...]