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.
4 comments:
Rob... I've already wished you and yours a Merry Ho Ho... but there's no such thing as TOO MUCH Christmas spirit!
Peace on our blogs...
Good will towards... er... each other!
(*WINK*)
BILL
Have a great season, Bill.
Once again, Hare Krishnas and Happy Hollandaise to ya, mon frere!
--MS
Back at ya, homeboy!
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