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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
BOOKS
Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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An Inhabitant of the Hungry Ghost Realm
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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4 comments:
Several months ago there were some visits to my blog from similar strange phrases and according to Feedjit the visitors were coming to my blog via a very adult dating site. It really bothered me because i was afraid that someone had created a fake profile on the site with my info and a link to my blog. Alex, who is amazing with computers and internet knowledge, etc., told me about something called Spiders or webcrawlers that search engines use to gather data about various websites. That may be the case here. I don't really know enough about it to say, but that is what he thinks it may be.
There's a disturbing side to the web, isn't there? A fake, fraudulent, intrusive side. It bothers me sometimes that I've come to rely on it so much over the last few years. And isn't that true of so many people now?
Its true of me. Especially now that i'm home with Liam all of the time. I often feel like its my only way of socializing with the rest of the world. I have a facebook account and i have a love hate relationship with that site. I'm always saying i'm going to delete my account and then never do. When we were without internet for a while i felt very disconnected from the rest of the world. Something i don't like to admit.
Thank you, Andrea. I think I'll make that little blog post now.
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