Learn What it Means to Take it Easy

A Letter to an Erring Son from a Father at Large

Dear Telemachus,

Grace and peace to you, Huìós, from the vast swinging bridge, that suspended link between heaven and earth where mortals’ virtues are burned away in conveyance to the Elysian Field, that dwelling place of the easiest life where there is no snow, winter, or rain.

On the far side of that fast-approaching sacred boundary, the constant strea…