In a hundred years there isn't anyone who will give a single damn about anything any of us said or did. Take some comfort in that, know that your smallness is a grace. Love freely, play with abandon, give of yourself till the tears run openly for nothing can threaten that which is already ephemeral.
Someone calling themself 'catalexis,' but who also admitted to 'nyclept', posted this on Atrios/Eschaton this evening. I think it's just about right...
Well said...
1 comment:
I like it even better than the Bogart/Bacall soliloqy at the airport,,, eg,, 'hill of beans'. ,,Our gossamer wings are but a grace.
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