I am an introverted blue collar pilgrim, surviving near the center of the continent, on the fringes of a shopworn civilization. I abide in rooms full of partially-read tomes, each bookmarked with the fragment of a shattered illusion.
Everything which is inspired, heroic or saintly is derived from contemplation.
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One--the smallest of numbers... That is the infinite. A number which increases thinks that it is getting nearer to infinity. It is getting further away from it. You have to stoop to rise.
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I'm tempted to quote an old 1970s candy commercial to you:
"When my presidential candidate betrayed his values, it took me a whole ROLL of Lifesavers to get over it..."
---MS
Politics makes strange bedfellows.
More like, strange bastard offspring. Like watching a tiny male chihuahua trying to hump a female doberman ...
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