500 miles, 500 miles
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a mountain climb, followed by a river crossing, followed by a desert, followed by a cliff, followed by swamp … and slowly gets more difficult.
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A journey of a thousand miles begins with a mountain climb, followed by a river crossing, followed by a desert, followed by a cliff, followed by swamp … and slowly gets more difficult.
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Would be good, being an eagle, observing the world from a high perch. Touble is, every time you try to soar the crows chase you.
Everybody should have an iagometer – a running total of the number of Iago-like people they meet along the way from cradle to grave. Sort of like the accumulation of gene mutations, except measuring damage to the psyche rather than the tissues.
The tough thing about blogging is that every post has to be as good or better than the last. Just as in tightrope walking where every step has to be sure, so does every post. True in most, well, all really, artistic endeavours – only as good as your last film, last novel, last symphony etc.
I have my first follower on this new blog. Welcome! Today one follower, tomorrow the world.
One of the signs of growing older, I find, is that the frequency of being the youngest in the room (close to 100% when I was a stripling) falls and falls, while the chance of being the oldest in the room rises and rises. Intelligence and wisdom follow similar paths.
These days when somebody says something is literally something else I find they are not literally being literal.