At eight years old I was presented with a book that would dramatically impact my life several times over. In my adolescent hands it was huge and heavy; its hard covers seemed to have existed forever. Most avid readers will fondly recount canonic classics or nostalgic favorites revisited again and again over the course of one’s life, each time extracting new meaning, relevance and insight. For me, it is not Shakespeare’s Drama, The Old Testament or 1984, but David Macauly’s The Way Things Work.
As we enter into the online conversation in a more deliberate way, it’s possible, nay, likely, someone out there will disagree with something we put in here. I like a good argument as much as the next person, but let’s face it, we want to keep things civil.