1. 19 September 2006

    842 days ago

    Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore,
    And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.

    Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast,
    Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest. lines 141-145

    Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range,
    Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. 182

    Locksley Hall, by Alfred Tennyson

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