Faces of Susurria — The Susurrus Project

‘…And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—’

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Behold the shrine of our humanity.

By a certain reckoning, we are now in the fifth age—the Age of Iron.

Our time on this Earth is frought with doubt, and even now the great toothy unknown prowls about in the inky twilight of the not-impossible, there just beyond the acumen of our certainty’s firelight.

What transpires hence—and who indeed the players in the great tale of the story of our lives reveal themselves to be—is left to those who would affect a more-than-passing interest in such things.

This page is an attempt at portraiture; a fleeting totem raised to the brilliant light of the lives of the profoundly ordinary—our very-human peers.

May you appreciate their discovery in your life as fully as I have in mine.

We are the inseparable many, come full-circle to gaze back at ourselves from ancient pools of wonderment—

Therefore may we at last see ourselves for what we are, and nothing else.

“For man to be able to live he must either not see the infinite, or have such an explanation of the meaning of life as will wed the finite to the infinite.”

— Leo Tolstoy

“No legacy so rich as honesty.”

— William Shakespeare

“No man is an island, entire of itself; ev’ry man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”

— John Donne, "Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, Meditation XVII"

“The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.”

— Robert Jordan, "The Wheel of Time"

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Andy Supplee — The Bookbinder of North Sutton

The tale of meeting a man in a blizzard at his Bavarian estate to sharpen up a lawnmower—and in the process, rediscover kindness.

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