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What we know is not much; what we do not know is immense.
What we know is not much; what we do not know is immense.
The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular? read more
The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular? -- David Sarnoff's associates in response to his urgings for investment in the radio in the 1920s.
A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, read more
A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, into nowhere we go. What is life? Itis a flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo inthe winter time. It is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
A-four and a-three and a-two and a-one...
A-four and a-three and a-two and a-one...
One sweetly solemn though comes to me over and over, I am nearer to home today than I have ever read more
One sweetly solemn though comes to me over and over, I am nearer to home today than I have ever been before.
All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
All fled--all done, so lift me on the pyre;
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living read more
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living color, you're about to see another first - an attempted suicide.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
