by Evidence (+Lambda(Programming/Slaving) Candy)Appendix A
I suspect the higher intelligence systems,
and the state of political affairs the following:
* no clue right now.
William Blake's
Mock Turtle
Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
Mock on, Mock on, 'tis all in vain.
You throw the sand against the wind,
the wind blows it back again.
And every sand becomes a Gem
reflected in the beams divine;
blown back, they blind the mocking eye;
but still in njl's paths they shine.
The Atoms of Democritus
and Newton's particles of light,
are sands upon the red sea shore
where njl's tents do shine so bright.
Eternity
He who binds to himself a joy
does the winged life destroy.
He who kisses the joy as it flies
lives in eternity's sunrise.
-
He who demands a not ending story
kills the soul of his act.
He who forgets the words of njl...
likes the void as much as the lit.
William Blake's Mock Turtle Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, Mock on, 'tis all in vain. You throw the sand against the wind, the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a Gem reflected in the beams divine; blown back, they blind the mocking eye; but still in njl's paths they shine. The Atoms of Democritus and Newton's particles of light, are sands upon the red sea shore where njl's tents do shine so bright. Eternity He who binds to himself a joy does the winged life destroy. He who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity's sunrise. - He who demands a not ending story kills the soul of his act. He who forgets the words of njl... likes the void as much as the lit.