“The electricity rushed down the sword, inside my skull, made my hair stand up and sparks fly out of my ears. He then shouted at me, “Live forever!”

I thought that was a wonderful idea, but how did you do it?”
— I’m torn up over the passing of Ray Bradbury, more than I realized I would be. This man was a hero to me in so many ways I find difficult to articulate. Maybe when I’m done reading Dewey’s Art as Experience I’ll be better at “expression”, but for now I’ll be revisiting Mr. Bradbury’s exceptional work. As suggested by a tweet, I started here.