Are not merrier than I
Here among the flowers I lie
Laughing everlastingly
No: I may not tell the best
Surely, friends, I could have guessed
Death was but the good king’s jest
It was hid so carefully
— G.K. Chesterton
Apr 26 2010
— G.K. Chesterton
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…it is the rich, fetile, empty, fecund potentiality of everything.
Close the door to darkness
See by the light of stars
Awake to signs of ignorance
Awake to cries for wars
through squishy balls in our head and eat and drink the frosting on the surface of the earth. And then we reproduce to do it again to do it again. I guess this is really what we do for a living.
—William Butler Yeats…
Oh, and yes, thanks so much for this interlude Edger!