to the small poem and the quiet voice within
We think we are playing
with the cat,
but how do we know
the cat is not playing with us?
-from Essais (“Attempts”)
March 24, 2011 at 1:05 am
Really like this one — who knows anything??? best, leo
March 24, 2011 at 1:39 am
When we don’t speak the language, it’s an unknown… .maybe a little like Wisconsin politics!
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