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A thing of beauty is a joy forever
Its loveliness increases
It will never pass into nothingness
But still will keep a bower quiet for us
And a sleep full of sweet dreams and health and quiet breathing
Endymion,J.Keats
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back and all change to silver glass and then you see it.White shores and beyond. A far green country under a swift sunrise
Gandalf
Humanity has the stars in its future, and that future is too important to be lost under the burden of juvenile folly and ignorant superstition
I.Asimov
Our loyalties are to the species and the planet. We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves but also to that Cosmos ancient and vast from which we spring
C. Sagan
'O me!O life! of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish;what good amid these,O me,O life?
Answer.That you are here that life exists,and identity;that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.'
W.Whitman

Friday, April 06, 2007

Hold on to people they're slipping away

I think this is the first day after a week I'm actually home at night and not at work.

More than 3 days I've spent more than 24 hours at work...came home only to sleep and then back again...

The destruction we faced was the worst I've ever seen......how strange that we managed to recover part of our most essential data with the help of Oracle, the company I've had interviews with for the last couple of weeks and expect an answer from.....

Hard times.....and unexpected.

Intelligence....it overcomes all barriers distance, language, culture.....and all that's left is the basic human need of communication and the never ending hope that there is someone out there that can break the boundaries of your loneliness.

I never thought that a voice can heal the wounds of a past not so distant , not entirely but still at an extent unimaginable.

How can you miss someone you've never met?

P.S. Moby and Mylene Farmer

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