EXCERPTS FROM ABELARD’S NOTEBOOKS I knew words never demonstrate the truth in things, they are jut sounds we use for our own convenience, but when I chose my name with careful confusion, showing off by punning in Latin, German, and Hebrew to connote and conflate my noble ability’s (hevel‘s) dance (ballare) with steadfast vanity (hevel again)Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Duane Vorhees”