Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)



guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, June 07, 2001

"Raise me no mound, plant me no grove; time will pass with the revolving sun and moon. I never cared for praise in my lifetime, and it matters not at all what eulogies are sung after my death. Man's life is hard enough in truth; and death is not to be avoided."
- Tao Yuanming

I have a psychological difficulty wrapping my comprehension around the phrase "well-known hermit". It just doesn't work for me. If you're well-known, then you're obviously not trying hard enough to be a hermit. Bad hermit! No solitude!

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