Mornings with Tolstoy
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Nine
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Prior to being in a suspended state due to a brutal attack, I thought I possessed a highly developed, acute conscience. Now I lie here, day after day,...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Eight
By WILLIAM PRENTISS“Real religion cannot be opposed to intellect.” -- Leo Tolstoy A perennial question plaguing thinkers, believers and thinking believers concerns the relationship of faith, reason and intellect. Does...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Seven
By WILLIAM PRENTISSI lie here only able to hear, and that unknown to others, thinking about empathy and compassion, wondering about the root of both. What compels us to feel...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Six
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Hours on end, thinking yet not seeing, hearing but not feeling, feeling but never expressing, this is my wakened state, unknown to none but me, and God of...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Five
By WILLIAM PRENTISSMy mind is a merciless jailor, more so than my motionless frame. I haven’t moved a leg, limb or eyelash for two years; my thoughts hold more of...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Four: Pilgrims
By WILLIAM PRENTISS I had already begun contemplating death prior to my present state. When younger, healthy and virtually free of scars and the tissue that remains, death was something far...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Three
By WILLIAM PRENTISSClarksdale, Mississippi Rough day. I feel no physical pain, but I still deal with and feel mental anguish. This angst is usually a result of painful memories or...
Mornings with Tolstoy – Day Two
By WILLIAM PRENTISS Clarksdale, Mississippi I don’t always understand or agree with what Sis reads to me from Leo Tolstoy’s A Calendar of Wisdom, but it sure does make me think. Thinking is...
Mornings with Tolstoy – The Beginning
By WILLIAM PRENTISSClarksdale, Mississippi He is God. Why didn’t He protect me? I blamed Him. It wasn’t His fault. Life ain’t fair. That’s that. No more pleas for them to...