"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Sunday, December 11, 2005
A Planet That's Evolving
Sometimes an eCard says it better than a paper card (which wouldn't reach Chicago by tomorrow, anyway!): Monty Python's The Meaning of Life as a birthday greeting!
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