"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Monday, March 28, 2005
Think of These
fly not through the mad waters of despair batter not your wings in the torrent of fear plunge not for life and death through the foam of abandonment
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