I have no knowledge of any of the subjects you will be focusing on, but I am looking forward to learning. I love the idea of an axe breaking through the frozen ice, opening my mind to new ways of looking at the world. Thank you.
There will be no punching of trees, doc. ~ this has been my pre-emptive societal requirement. :) (this comment is from your talk w Richard. He won't let my comments live on his page & enjoys blocking me to avoid any uncomfortable truth that might leak into his line of vision) Long Live Trees. ;) ~ missy
What do you want NITWIT? Sirs, my name is Jack, Union Jack. I'm one of the crew, the owners of the ship. I know who you are__Nit. Sirs, the watchmen are shouting there are breakers ahead and a giant whirlpool is forming on the port. They're making little swirly whirly in our port? They're drunk. They'll be flogged. Sir, the breakers. Ridiculous, we're the navigators. My father was a navigator and his father before him, we're the navigators__Nit. We've been to elite navigator schools and have had our minds massaged, hollowed out and stuffed with enlightened relativism, knowledge and hidden wisdom. We're the navigators__Nit. We've disposed of all the old charts with their lines and notes and warnings and numbers, and the book, the rosie thing, so tedious, and Oh that sextant gadget, barbaric, all so formal so religious. To the museum with it. See, we've had the rosie thing branded on the poop deck, it always points north so we always know where we're going. If we want to steer a new coarse, we circle round the rosie, hold hands, close our eyes, chin up, circle left, feeling the wind on our faces, round and round we go. Then we stop, huddle, and mull over our feelings, our hidden wisdom and great knowledge, then we plot a new course. I know__Nit, mouth a-gap, you're in awe and dumbfounded. About the pirates on deck sirs. Get BACK __Nit, before we have you keel hauled.
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I have no knowledge of any of the subjects you will be focusing on, but I am looking forward to learning. I love the idea of an axe breaking through the frozen ice, opening my mind to new ways of looking at the world. Thank you.
Welcome to the Channel and I hope you find it worthwhile. Very best wishes, Paul.
This is a sorely needed convergence of literature, philosophy and art-thank you.
Thanks for the support! Best, Paul.
There will be no punching of trees, doc. ~ this has been my pre-emptive societal requirement. :) (this comment is from your talk w Richard. He won't let my comments live on his page & enjoys blocking me to avoid any uncomfortable truth that might leak into his line of vision) Long Live Trees. ;) ~ missy
i was hoping for your own sake, that u wouldn't seek permission or advice from him on how to respond.. smart people can be so naive. :)
What do you want NITWIT? Sirs, my name is Jack, Union Jack. I'm one of the crew, the owners of the ship. I know who you are__Nit. Sirs, the watchmen are shouting there are breakers ahead and a giant whirlpool is forming on the port. They're making little swirly whirly in our port? They're drunk. They'll be flogged. Sir, the breakers. Ridiculous, we're the navigators. My father was a navigator and his father before him, we're the navigators__Nit. We've been to elite navigator schools and have had our minds massaged, hollowed out and stuffed with enlightened relativism, knowledge and hidden wisdom. We're the navigators__Nit. We've disposed of all the old charts with their lines and notes and warnings and numbers, and the book, the rosie thing, so tedious, and Oh that sextant gadget, barbaric, all so formal so religious. To the museum with it. See, we've had the rosie thing branded on the poop deck, it always points north so we always know where we're going. If we want to steer a new coarse, we circle round the rosie, hold hands, close our eyes, chin up, circle left, feeling the wind on our faces, round and round we go. Then we stop, huddle, and mull over our feelings, our hidden wisdom and great knowledge, then we plot a new course. I know__Nit, mouth a-gap, you're in awe and dumbfounded. About the pirates on deck sirs. Get BACK __Nit, before we have you keel hauled.