Noetic divagations from an atrophied mind and disheartened spirit
My five year old always finds the most adorable ways to say, "I love you." Before bed tonight, he sang to me:
I love you a little, I love you lots
My love for you will fill ten pots,
Fifteen buckets, sixteen cans,
Five teacups and Four dishpans
posted by Donna Vera at 9:58 PM
"Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth -- more than ruin -- more even than death.... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man." -- Bertrand Russell
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
(discovered taped inside my grandmother's kitchen cabinet)
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