TorgoX sburkeNO@SPAMcpan.org http://search.cpan.org/~sburke/ "Il est beau comme la retractilité des serres des oiseaux rapaces [...] et surtout, comme la rencontre fortuite sur une table de dissection d'une machine à coudre et d'un parapluie !" -- Lautréamont
Today it's 101F, haze, smoke (from Arizona burning to a crisp), and wind storms that
are beginning to be dust storms -- which in time may become real
sandstorms. And they say the monsoons may start soon.
Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Litany (Score:1)
... there will be nothing (Score:1)
Are you sure? I'm pretty sure fear tracked dirt all over my living room. Fear... or the cat.