A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy, crevassed with joy thats the time that seems long in the memory. And this is right when you think about it. Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on.
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.
To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge.
There is as much greatness of mind in acknowledging a good turn, as in doing it.
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song.
We make our own fortunes and we call them fate.
A time splashed with interest, wounded with tragedy, crevassed with joy thats the time that seems long in the memory. And this is right when you think about it. Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on.
Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.
To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge.
There is as much greatness of mind in acknowledging a good turn, as in doing it.
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song.
We make our own fortunes and we call them fate.