once again, I am getting tired of trying to convince people that don't really give a damn and would rather amuse themselves by inventing new ways of calling me insane. I am tired of hearing the deafening silence of thousands of lurkers saying, quite eloquently, <SHRUG>. How Wrong I Have Been. So wrong. We always took Detweiler for granted. Our rock. Our knight. Will now our beloved Atlas shrug? Yea, will our prophet fall? You presence filled the heavens. You were without beginning middle or end. no one and a star stand am to am flaming dream to dreaming flame millionary wherewhens distant as reckoned by the unimmortal mind Those words come back to me as I reflect on our salad days, together in Prague, before the revolution. All, zorn. All, zorn. And I remember what you wrote, that dark day, and I remember the sound of the T-62's as if we were there again... the sunlight in the garden hardens and grows cold we cannot cage the minute within its nets of gold when all is *told* we cannot BEG for PARDON THE SKY WAS GOOD FOR FLYING DEFYING THE CHURCH BELLS! AND EVERY _EVIL_ _IRON_ _SIREN_ AND WHAT IT TELLS THE EARTH compells... (How those words haunt me now. How they haunt me.) I may focus on more damaging counterrevolutionary tactics soon and just give up on the BrainDead out here. I have tried to start a fire but get nothing but wet drizzle. soon I will wash my hands of it all completely, having done all I can, and the cyberanarchists will advance unhindered to an internet site near you. Every word burns like a knife across raw nerves. His radiance is blinding now! (o deliver me deliver me) O Lance, I can see your eyes shining; with an open mouth you glitter in an array of colors, and your body touches the sky. I look at you and my heart trembles; I have lost all courage and all peace of mind. When I see your mouths with their fearful teeth, mouths burning like fires at the end of time, I forget where I am and I have no place to go. I see our warriors and all the cryptonihilists who are here to fight. All are rushing into your awful jaws! I see some of them crushed by your teeth. As rivers flow into the ocean, all the warriors of the world are passing into your fiery jaws; all creatures rush to their destruction like moths into a flame. Filled with your terrible radiance, the whole of creation bursts into flame!! You have murdered me. murdered me murdered me murdered me murdered me murdered george william herbert gwh@crl.com Work: System / Net Administrator, CR Labs Home/Play: Retro Aerospace KD6WUQ gwh@crl.com gwh@soda.berkeley.edu gwh@{isu,exec}.isunet.edu deltaV = g * Isp * ln(Mr) ... it's not just a good idea, it's the Law ----------------------------------------------------------------------------