Happy the man,and happy he alone,
He,who can call today his own;
He who,secure within,can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
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Am I returning to the blogging fold?
I'm trying. Not sure how far I can carry the renewed vigor but the intent is there in earnest. In the absence of a social life, I need to have meaningful dialogs with myself. It's vital for my sanity and I need it to pull me through this protracted period of social shunning.
Religion is based, I think, primarily and mainly upon fear. It is partly the terror of the unknown and partly, as I have said, the wish to feel that you have a kind of elder brother who will stand by you in all your troubles and disputes. ... A good world needs knowledge, kindliness, and courage; it does not need a regretful hankering after the past or a fettering of the free intelligence by the words uttered long ago by ignorant men.