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Saturday, October 17, 2009

The Final Frontier...


Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting; The soul that rises with us, our life's star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

Friday, October 9, 2009

Et tu Mr Obama?