HELLO.
"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic." Through the Looking-Glass; Lewis Carroll
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Sunday, August 05, 2007, 8:08 PM
It would only confirm what I've been thinking all along. I was hoping that you would have possesed the basic maturity to change. Looks like you haven't. I can't say I'm disappointed. In a way I had been expecting this all along. I'm just going to wait a while longer. Two little children, running in an open field. One sees a snail, bends down to peer at it, fascinated. The other glances down with scorn, then brings her shoe crushingly down upon it. The first child starts wailing, crying, weeping at the life that has been snatched away by scorn. The other shrugs, as if it's no big deal. "It was only a snail. That's all. And if you're going to tell, I don't think anyone will believe you." Mommy came to me. She asked me to tell. I didn't want to. Now I will. Simplest analogy I came up with. What the bloody hell. What's important to me ain't to you, and you can just kill it so carelessly. “Do all you can, with what you have, in the time you have, in the place you |