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Pussy Willow - down fir-lined avenues; brushing the sleep
from her
young woman's eyes
Runs for the train - see 8 o'clock's coming,
Cutting
dreams down to size again
- Jethro Tull
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From Kahil Gibbrans book 'The Prophet' |
1. If at first you don't
succeed, then skydiving isn't for you.
2. A day without sunshine is like, night.
3. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be
misquoted, then used against you.
4. On the other hand, you have different fingers.
5. I feel like I'm diagonally parked in a parallel
universe.
6. Despite the cost of
living, have you noticed how popular it remains?
7. Remember, half the people you know are below
average.
8. Nothing is fool-proof
to a talented fool.
9. He who laughs last
thinks slowest.
10. Eagles may soar, but
weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
11. Borrow money from a pessimist - they don't expect it
back.
12. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse
gets the cheese.
13. I intend to live
forever - so far so good.
14. If Barbie is so
popular, why do you have to buy her friends?
15. Mind like a steel trap - rusty and illegal in 37
states.
16. Quantum mechanics: The
dreams stuff is made of.
17. Support bacteria -
they're the only culture some people have.
18. When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane and
going the wrong way.
19. For every action there
is an equal and opposite criticism.
20. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of
checks.
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As soon as man began considering himself the source of the highest meaning in the world and the measure of everything, the world began to lose its human dimension, and man began to lose control of it. Vaclav Havel
A short story
A man was lost in the desert just dying for a drink. He stumbled upon an old shack, ram shackled, windowless, roofless, weather beaten old shack.
He looked about this place and found a little shade from the heat of the desert sun. He saw a pump, ten or fifteen feet away, an old rusty pump. He stumbled over to it and he grabbed the handle and he began to pump, up & down, and up & down, and nothing came out.
Disappointed he staggered back and he saw off to the side an old jug. He looked at it and pushed the dirt and dust off it and he cleared off a message which said,
‘You have to prime the pump with water, my friend, and fill the jug again before you leave, but you have to prime it with all the water.’
He popped the cork off and saw water. Now he’s left with a decision, if he drank the water he could live. Ah! But if he poured all the water into the old rusty pump, maybe it would yield fresh cool water from the well down deep.
He studied the possibility of both options, what should he do, pour it into the old pump and risk, or drink that and live on, till he could find an oasis and a way out.
He poured all the water into the pump, and he grabbed the handle, squeak, squeak, squeak, and nothing came out, squeak, squeak as he pumped and then a little drop began to come out and then a little stream and finally, gushed fresh cool water.
He filled the jug and drank it, he filled another and drank it, then he remembered, he filled the jug for the next traveller, he filled it to the top, then he corked it and he added this little note. ‘Believe me it really works!’
You have to give it all away before you can get anything back!
That is the kingdom.
