The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat. It is a colossal >>
I have written some poetry that I don't understand myself. >>
Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly i >>
To look back to antiquity is one thing, to go back to it is another. >>
The past is prophetic in that it asserts loudly that wars are poor chi >>
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it. >>
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes, so live not in your yesterdays, no just for tomorrow, but in the here and now. Keep moving and forget the post mortems; and remember, no one can get the jump on the future.