Also, there is a special little Simian out there who deserves Birthday Cheers. So, here's for Monkey (give it up for the Fuzzy Butt!).
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
In Honor of Some Friends Who Got on the BlogTrain...and a Special Wish.
First, let's all get a big welcome together for the ESTROGEN FISHBOWL. Go look at the website, but don't expect wonders. They are new to all this blogness. They are personal friends of mine, and helping me through being jobless.
Also, there is a special little Simian out there who deserves Birthday Cheers. So, here's for Monkey (give it up for the Fuzzy Butt!).
Also, there is a special little Simian out there who deserves Birthday Cheers. So, here's for Monkey (give it up for the Fuzzy Butt!).
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We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea. Quick now, here, now, alwaysâ A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one. -T.S. Eliot "Little Gidding"
