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I was born at the end of the cold war, unaware of the danger we were emerging from. Duck and cover drills (as if those could protect schoolchildren from a nuclear blast) were a curiosity of the past.
The farmer-poet Wendell Berry, who wrote about the dread of nuclear war, died recently. From his 1968 “The peace of wild things”:
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least...
The Double-Edged Sword of Empathy by Patrick Rothfuss, the author of The Name of the Wind.
On saving a baby bird with his children in the middle of his charity fundraiser.
Reminded me of these two posts by Julia Wise.