I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
There is plenty. Let me ask you what is the earliest manuscript of Plato? Of Herodotus or Pliny? Or Caesar? Of Tacitus? I get so tired of this no manuscripts before the second century dribble by mythicists. It is unmitigated asininity.