To Say More, Is To

The Passion For Revenge Should Never Blind You To The Pragmatics Of The Situation. There Are Some People Who Are So Blighted By Their Past, So Warped By Experience And The Pull Of That Silken Cord, That They Never Free Themselves Of The Shadows That Live In The Time Machine... And If There Is A Kind Thought Due Them, It May Be Found Contained In The Words Of The Late Gerald Kersh, Who Wrote:"... There Are Men Whom One Hates Until A Certain Moment When One Sees, Through A Chink In Their Armour, The Writhing Of Something Nailed Down And In Torment.

In These Days Of Widespread Illiteracy, Functional Illiteracy... Anything That Keeps People Stupid Is A Felony.

Everyone Is Entitled To An *informed* Opinion.

Y Is For Yggdrasil. The Legendary Nordic Ash Tree With Its Three Roots Extending Into The Lands Of Mortals, Giants, And Niflheim, The Land Of Mist, Grows In Wisconsin. Legend Has It That When The Tree Falls, The Universe Will Fall. Next Wednesday, The State Highway Commission Comes Through That Empty Pasture With A Freeway.

Thus, From Admiration Of One Wise And Innocent Child, And From A Misheard Remark, The Process That Not Even Aristotle Could Codify Was Triggered. Where Do You Get Your Ideas? I Purposely Mishear Things.