Cameron Miller

1 week ago | fltimes.com | Cameron Miller

One of my favorite books is a little nine-chapter story filled with poetic images and thundering sermonics. It comes from that transformative era of human development I was referencing a couple of weeks ago, known as the Axial Age. I confess it is a book of the Bible, but don’t stop reading just because you don’t have any use for that old thing. It comes from the same period as Socrates, Aristotle, Plato, Pythagoras, and Lao Tzu.

2 weeks ago | fltimes.com | Cameron Miller

I am not sure what this is about, something you may feel each week as you begin reading this column. But here’s a hint: I was engulfed by the sensation of a thunderstorm as I wrote, not to mention dinosaur chickens, three-legged dogs, and a lion attack. Let’s break this down. Rabia and I headed for our morning walk even though the phone app said a storm was coming. After all, I can look up and judge the gathering of dark clouds, or feel positive ions coagulating before the cloudburst.

3 weeks ago | fltimes.com | Cameron Miller

It is painfully difficult to think beyond ourselves, and beyond our own moment in time. I mean, truly, how often do you wonder about why you are thinking the way you are thinking, instead of simply thinking? For example, there was a brief period in human history in which a host of new ideas and ways of thinking exploded onto the scene — almost simultaneously, from China to India, Persia to Greece. It changed the way humans think, at least to that point.

1 month ago | fltimes.com | Cameron Miller

The day began with Rabia nosing my hand. I was trying to stay asleep, even though the alarm had sung and gray light peeked through a crack beneath the shade. “All right, all right,” I assured her. By which I meant, “After I take care of myself, I’ll attend to you.”Brush teeth, splash face, throw on sweatpants and T-shirt. “Can’t leave the bedroom without making the bed, Rabia.” She was now lying in the hallway at the entrance to the bedroom with her head between her two front paws. Waiting.

1 month ago | fltimes.com | Cameron Miller

In the musical “Camelot,” Sir Lancelot was grander, stronger, and purer than all the other knights of the Round Table. He knew it, and others were about to discover it. In his signature song, he rhapsodizes about his superior virtue, asking the rhetorical question: Where in the world could King Arthur find a knight with such absolute purity of heart, self-restraint, and discipline? He answers his own question in song:“C’est moi! C’est moi, I blush to disclose. “I’m far too noble to lie.