But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old Time reduces
Frail man, when paper - even a rag like this -
Survives himself, his tomb, and all that's his.
from Don Juan by Lord Byron
Words do live on eternally, don't they. Especially now in this age of the internet. We all need to be very cognizant of what we put out there. You never know who's got a cell phone that can video tape you. Just ask Michael Richards or Mel Gibson...
In some ways, it's a good thing. Hatefulness is exposed more quickly--and people pay the consequences.
earworms, library thing, and the pecan trees are finally convinced
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It feels like my brain is obsessed with earworms. If I’m not mentally
engaged with something, there it is ready to fill the void. It’s
aggravating, it’...
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