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Cziltang wanders the trackless wastes in search of truth, beauty and personal enlightenment. He had tried to be self-sufficient, growing his own ideas, but they withered and died in the great intellectual drought that gripped the land in his youth. One day, as he gazed at the parched landscape around him, he realized that somewhere there must be ideas growing. Somewhere, rational discourse must still survive. Since that day, he has searched for a mythical land of fields and forests of living ideas. Now and again he finds a thought or two in the rubble of an occasional deserted outpost of civilization. Its a hard way to live and its not much of a life, but that's just how it is, out here in the Ratlands |
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One possible solution...
link I wasn't going to post this evening. I've spent a good part of the weekend moving, cutting and stacking limbs downed in our recent ice storm over at my parents's house. We could have had it hauled off, but it is free fuel for the wood stove for next winter. (By the way, if you need to hack up small to moderate sized brush, a Nepalese Khukuri works really well.) I thought I would do a little light reading tonight and call it quits. So I have nothing of consequence to say, but I did find this article on a a possible way to end our perceived problems with prisoner treatment at Guantanamo Bay. (via the Diplomad). by CziltangPosted: Sunday, January 23 2005 11:08:19 PM |
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