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. ~~71, Rubainat of Omar Khannam
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2025 10 03 - It's a Con, I tell you!
AGAIN a number of years have flown by, slick as a whistle. But it's Con time again, and that made me think of this. Here. Words here tha...
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness ...
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And again, a year has passed since last I penned these Hallo !-halls. Once again, a year filled with everythings & nothings. Nothings f...
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OK... With the new job & all, I don't know whether I'll have time to write up the entire month of May for awhile... & I don...
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