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:
Caption contest, anyone?
No caption, but what's with the "Michael Jackson's Exhumed Decayed Body" pic that you are using for your portrait?
---MS
I'm giving an airing to my inner zombie.
Give an airing to this
http://counterpunch.com/simmons12282009.html
---MS
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