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To: mr.mark who wrote (2642)	2/7/1999 5:23:00 PM
From: X Y Zebra	Respond to of 13015

i will continue to always do my best to make this world a better place. it has to be a one-on-one endeavor, in many instances. ____________ To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one's self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - this is to have succeeded. - Ralph Waldo Emerson And then.... of course my favorite: We live in a land of abounding quackeries, and if we do not learn how to laugh we succumb to the melancholy disease which afflicts the race of viewers-with-alarm... In no other country known to me is life as safe and agreeable, taking one day with another, as it is in These States. Even in a great Depression few if any starve, and even in a great war the number who suffer by it is vastly surpassed by the number who fatten on it and enjoy it. Thus my view of my country is predominantly tolerant and amiable. I do not believe in democracy, but I am perfectly willing to admit that it provides the only really amusing form of government ever endured by mankind. ~ H. L. Mencken As for: i was seeing so much ignorance and rudeness last night all over SI, but i came here to post about it, for some reason. shrug. Shrug is right..... It is the fundamental theory of all the more recent American law...that the average citizen is half-witted, and hence not to be trusted to either his own devices or his own thoughts. ~ H. L. Mencken. <G>

To: mr.mark who wrote (2642)	2/7/1999 6:26:00 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Respond to of 13015

i am not worried. i am sad. and i have put things in perspective. that's what makes me feel sad. i am a very positive person. but that does not preclude me from seeing the human condition that surrounds me. In all things there is a law of cycles. Publius Cornelius Tacitus 55-117 AD Perfect works are rare, because they must be produced at the happy moment when taste and genius unite; and this rare conjuncture, like that of certain planets, appears to occur only after the revolution of several cycles, and only lasts for an instant. Vicomte De Chateaubriand 1768-1848 [i for one can sadly tell you that it happens to all except the highest of quality. like 'real' life, emotion stains logic and bends it for ones temporal need for that regrettable moment to become an animal and lose the soul.For What Purpose? insignificant details... am i good or evil, judge for yourself,i am harsh. ineptly yours, eddy] Man has demonstrated that he is master of everything -- except his own nature. Henry Miller 1891-1980

To: mr.mark who wrote (2642)	2/7/1999 10:43:00 PM
From: Rainy_Day_Woman	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13015

So foul and fair a day I have not seen. William Shakespeare just like life mark

To: mr.mark who wrote (2642)	2/8/1999 1:09:00 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13015

The Three Mirrors Edwin Muir 1946 I looked in the first glass And saw the fenceless field And like broken stones in grass The sad towns glint and shine. The slowly twisting vine Scribbed with wrath the stone, The mountain summits were sealed In incomprehensible wrath. The hunting roads ran on To round the flying hill And bring the quarry home. But the obstinate roots ran wrong, The lumbering fate fell wrong, The walls were askew with ill, Askew went every path, The dead lay askew in the tomb. I looked in the second glass And saw through the twisted scroll In virtue undefiled And new in eternity Father and mother and child, The house with its single tree, Bed and board and cross. And the dead asleep in the knoll. But the blade and leaf By an angry law were bent To shapes of terror and grief, By a law the field was rent, The crack ran over the floor, The child at peace in his play Changed as he passed through a door, Changed were the house and the tree, Changed the dead in the knoll, For locked in love and grief Good with evil lay. If I looked in the third glass I should see evil and good Standing side by side In the ever standing wood, The wise king safe on his throne, The rebel raising the rout, And each so deeply grown Into his own place He'd be past desire or doubt. If I could look I should see The world's house open wide, The million millions rooms And the quick god everywhere Glowing at work and at rest, Tranquillity in the air, Peace of the humming looms Weaving from east to west, And you and myself there.