Morning Stories

Anyone who stays at the surface can afford to slow down now and then. Because just beneath that polished layer lies the unknown — the vast, restless sea of everything we don’t know.

“I know that I know nothing.” A line that sparkles with meaning — and, once again, a few old, very old men are involved. Socrates, they say, never actually said those words — certainly not in English — but the spirit of his philosophy is right there.

Words don’t always like being taken apart. They claim it’s an invasion of privacy — at least, that’s what a few words from the Ministry of Justice have been whispering.

Oops — November is here. The most unloved month of the year, dressed in fifty shades of grey and minor chords. Even its name — No Vember — sounds like a refusal of joy, a month that says no to sunshine, no to cheer, no to colour.