In the Archaeology of Peace, Jim O'Brien uses a lens of logical analysis to focus on who we humans are, the purpose of governments, the nature of freedom, and how we perceive self defense. O'Brien challenges each of us to consider the way we think, how we as a species came to perceive our realities and identities, and with our free will, how to re-create our unexamined paradigms into a more human and logical model for peaceful coexistence.

The Philosophy of Quantum Mechanics gate crashes the Mad Hatter's Tea Party. A world where Erwin Schrodinger is a wild red haired Scotsman and the universe we know has nothing to do with reality: "Gentlemen, my name is MacSchrodinger " he cried, rolling out the broad Scottish accent, "It was maself who discovered this type of cat yer're been 'erre discussing ... and I think, tha' therre few things yer should need to know abut this 'erre beastie." A deep silence fell into the room as everybody looked expectantly towards the newcomer. He stood spotlighted by the dust sparkling in the beams of...

Lily lived a sordid life. It was filled with drugs, sex and violence. Suffering through an abusive relationship with a cold-hearted sociopath and a less than loving foster family, Lily knew what hell looked like, and she was fed up living it. She worked hard to leave her small town as soon as she turned eighteen in search of a new life, vowing never to look back. Unfortunately, never is a very long time... Thirty years later, the ghosts of Lily's past have come calling and they are digging up all kinds of dirt. Lily must fight to discover what the past wants from her without her family...

Scooter, the dog sees the front door is open and decides to go on an adventure. Heading up the street, he checks out a park and an ice cream truck. As the sun goes down, he looks around and realizes that he doesn't know where he lives. He tries to remember his address, but can't. So, he takes to the street to try and find his way home. Along the way he meets an interesting group of friends who teach him a few things along the way.

It's late Thursday night. Mason "Peeker" Powell spends an evening with friends. On his way home, a deputy pulls him over on a rural road. The deputy gets out of his car. Powell, a bit drunk, does not. The deputy, halfway to Powell's car, his face hidden by the headlights, orders Powell to produce his identification. Powell slowly gets out of the car, spreads his hands, and bolts into the field nearby. He's brought up short by an electrified barbed wire fence. He hears the deputy right behind him. He turns and shouts that he surrenders. There's a shot. The Sheriff stonewalls the media....