Following an advice of Jan I was eating my hamburger and watching educational videos about fishes. Orange Roughy lives up to 150y and the tongue eating louse was the #61 disgusting creature ever. So now when the food is stuck, I wonder – what kind of beauty could this type of creature develop in theory, once given the ability to reason? Would it value such a rhyme which has some existential perks and lacks aesthetical? Music, maybe..? Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. -Mary Elizabeth Frye.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 22:43:42 +0000
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