You may not think that you, dear Reader, live in a dustbowl yourself. It is true that some find the dry air comforting. Ask but the horned toad, compadre, how he likes the hot sand where he feasts on fat, red ants. He will tell you everything seems perfectly comme il faut to him. Have a glance, won't you, at the letters we receive from outside. You may recognize yourself, like sweet Woody Guthrie, as one more Dustbowl Refugee.
A sure feature of Dustbowl life are its thimbleriggers, the pettifoggers, the scientists--we call them all "Professor." They have the facts. That is what they call their well understood agreements about history, philosophy, religion. And that is what they say science is, too: the facts. Most everything at my web site, on the other hand, has to do with trying the unknown. And I expect you have your own ideas.Please send your thoughts out to my little cemetery and ghost town between Rising Star and Duster, Texas. Please favor me with your views in any way and form you find convenient. Let me known if I should display them, right along with missives from Cleopatra, Cicero, and my dear namesake John Wesley.
Most sincerely yours,
Professor of moral philosophy
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