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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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When everything that is illusion is removed, all that remains is consciousness.
10 comments:
I dunno, you seem to be giving it a pretty good shot. I may have to change my name to "Cockhead" to keep up with you.
Thanks for the encouragement.
I haven't been able to rouse my silliness lately either. Too tired i suppose.
My verification is bogrin. Seems that i've heard or read that word before. Maybe in Harry Potter...
You've got a good excuse though, haven't you Andrea? I've heard of a bogert (if that's how it's spelt.)
MJ will be back with a vengeance I'm sure.
Bogrin, must be a smiling boggart ;)
Arseface and cockhead? Someone's a little too obsessed with their trouser department!
Ah, that's how it's spelt. Now I remember. Ta.
I'm not sure what trolls keep in their trousers. Maybe they're like those aliens who pee through their fingers. And, of course, it might be a woman...
True it could be, but a blokey one, it'd have to be.
Aliens peeing through fingers? Trolls keep their sandwiches in their trousers.
Sorry. Scary Movie3. Only sandwiches?
do weird things in public. you might need your silly to help you out.
My practised English reserve holds me back, Carms. Mostly.
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