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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Due to overwhelming popular indifference, this blog's defunct for the foreseeable future.
Adios.
And Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, too, buddy!
(*GRIN*)
Hey... Mad and I love ya, pal!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
BILL
Oh, Rodak, you give up just like that?
Whatever happen to "intrinsic value," i.e. enjoying the experience for your own pleasure and sake?
Oh well, as Bill said, hare krishnas and a happy new schmear to ya!
---MS
we hear the tigers being
rolled away in their cages
Why you gotta bring PETA into this?
Or are the Romans giving a holiday reprieve at the Coliseum?
---MS
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