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C I R C U M L U N A R
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T R A N S M I S S I O N S
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Issue One May 2021
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====================[ THE HEARTH OF THE MATTER ]===================
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by durtal
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It seems that Kepler Hobbes brought 'focus' life in unfortunate
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first used the Latin into broader English ways.
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word 'focus' in 1604 parlance nearly fifty
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to refer to 'the point years later. I don't Ironically, the
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of convergence' in the know if he did this political philosopher
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mathematical sphere. with a magnifying who espoused that
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It is possible that glass or not. But, humans are "all take
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this is an analogical Hobbes is certainly and little give" used
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use of the term and not my favourite a word that belied
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may reference the philosopher. With its his contentions in
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point of light created particular take on the original. Focus
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with a lens. You human nature, he is the Latin
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probably know what I published Leviathan equivalent of the Old
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mean. I remember about the same time he English word
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another child showing popularised a word 'hearth'. People
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me a trick with a whose use is still used the latter
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magnifying glass ubiquitous but whose term in my youth,
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outside one sunny day. original meaning is especially in rural
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He quickly adjusted too often unknown. regions. Phrases like
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the glass's height Sometimes the "hearth and home" and
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over my forearm to abstractions of "keep the home fires
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effect a sharp pain as science and a specific burning" catch
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the converging rays sort of philosophy something of its
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burned a hole in my separate us from the ethos. The hearth was
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skin. mundane realities of where household
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members gathered to it is to wait in them and drink your
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cook or to work by the anticipation for the morning coffee. You
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hearthstone's warmth of a fire on a smile and share a
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firelight. In its cold winter's morning. joke or two with your
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warmth, children sat Others gather close to fellows. One of them
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to hear the stories of you, hoping to absorb ruefully remembers
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the family and a little of your that it is his day to
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community after dusk. body's heat while they do the dishes; they
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Kith and kin wait too. You each rub are piling up as
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entertained themselves and blow warm breaths the others finish
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with music and onto your hands and and go. This time,
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drinking and dance comment on the cold, like its later
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nearby. In some and you remark on the double, is
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cultures, families day ahead. As the a short space of
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kept ancestral bones kindling catches, hope intimacy before
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beneath the builds and blossoms as separation.
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hearthstone. Here was the flames devour the
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a point of convergence larger pieces of wood. By analogy, sunrise
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in the human habitat. The fire roars madly is like the birth of
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as you back away, a child for whom the
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The rising or setting waiting for the wooden family cares. Such
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sun reminds me of a pyramid to collapse. brief familial
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hearth fire as it When there are coals intimacy is still
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converges on the left mostly, you cook most often the case
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horizon. I know what your breakfast over for the young. But,
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not so for the members, nurse the that the world offers
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elderly. We fill the frail and wash their in this day when
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noon meridians of our bodies late in life hearth fires and home
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lives so completely and at its very end. are all but
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with striving and Frequently, there is forgotten. We now
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drift so far from one only the intimacy of only focus camera
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another that, too strangers who alone lenses
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often, family members know where the bare (automatically).
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no longer live near bones of our final
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to one another at the days lie before we Did old Thomas Hobbes
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sunset of a loved slip into the deep have a point?
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one's life. Now dark of death's
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others, not family night. This is all
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