Solomon wrote there will be no end of the writing of books. If he lived now, he would decry the endless cacophony of electronic verbiage. Page after page of endless, mindless tripe. People selling something; people saying something. No body reading anything! If the page doesn't have pictures, [click] the viewer is gone. Everyone is looking for entertainment. No one is looking for substance. But we keep on writing and we think someone will read it. Oh, how we deceive ourselves -- convinced of our own immortality. Words, words, words . . . - cominus
Sorry . . .
When I sent the announcement about the new blog, I promised there would be at least on new entry per day until the end of the month. Life and interruptions got in the way of that promise and for that I sincerely apologize. I will try to get a few extra posts in the next week to make up the difference and I thank you for your patience with me.
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