Monday, August 29, 2005
Men are four:
He who knows not and knows not he knows not, he is a fool - shun him;
He who knows not and knows he knows not, he is simple - teach him;
He who knows and knows not he knows, he is asleep - wake him;
He who knows and knows he knows, he is wise - follow him!
-Lady Burton
He who knows not and knows he knows not, he must read this-or else he's dead
Collé by Zee'Ay at 10:16 PM
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Keep Your Eyes Open
It was a very cold winter night! A sparrow had spent two nights out with only the meagre shelter of a tree. He decided that he couldn't survive a third night, so he left the tree to find a better shelter.
As he flew he got colder and colder, until his little wings froze solid and he fell to the ground.
As he lay there freezing he realised that his end was near and he prayed for death to come quickly.
Suddenly, in his semiconscious state, he had a feeling of being enveloped in a warm covering.
He regained consciousness to find that a friendly cow had dropped a luxurious deposit all over him.
The warmth gave him a new lease of life, and the sparrow's comfort made him feel very happy, so he started to sing. A passing pussycat heard the chirping, located the heap, carefully removed the excrement to reveal the little sparrow, and promptly ate him up..........
There are three morals to this sad story: -
1. If someone shits on you, they are not necessarily your enemy.
2. If someone gets you out of the shit, they are not necessarily your friends.
3. If you are in the shit and happy - keep your mouth shut.
To state the same facts in a polished manner: -
1. If someone harms you unknowingly, they are not necessarily your enemy.
2. If someone tries to help you out, they are not necessarily your friends.
3. Even if you are not in very good condition but you are happy, keep your mouth shut (don't cry that I don't have this and that).
Collé by Zee'Ay at 1:43 PM
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.
"Invictus" by W.E.Henley.
Collé by Zee'Ay at 10:10 PM
