Every moment is an unoccupied stage...
wherein one is forced to act without purpose or relevance...
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I wish there was some moral or didactic quality to this work, for no other reason than to put a conventional wind to my sails, to stop a free-drift to literary oblivion; but like a typical atheist who, before his slaughter, will no doubt seek the aid of God, I too, despite contrary conviction, am forever destined to wordy, generally incoherent and long-winded canvasses of thought. James Majoros http://cavalcades.blogspot.com/
sounds like a combination of
ReplyDeletewalking on clouds when awake
and polishing marble while
dreaming.