Common sense isn't.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And both that morning equally lay
I shall be telling this with a sigh
The route follows a well cleared and maintained road. At the fork pictured above,
take the left fork. The right fork ascends to the Frozen Head tower.
Walt Whitman
(1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
That the Soul of the man I speak for, feeds, rejoices most in comrades;
Projecting them along that substantial life,
Answer.
| Quote of the moment |
| Oh, busy weaver! unseen weaver!pauseone word!whither flows the fabric? what palace may it deck? wherefore all these ceaseless toilings? Speak weaver!stay thy hand!but one single word with thee! Naythe shuttle fliesthe figures float forth from the loom; the freshet-rushing carpet forever slides away. The weaver-god, he weaves; and by that humming, we, too, who look on the loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shall we hear the thousand voices that speak through it. |
| ~ Herman Melville (18191891), U.S. author. Moby-Dick (1851), ch. 102, The Writings of Herman Melville, vol. 6, eds. Harrison Hayford, Hershel Parker, and G. Thomas Tanselle (1988). ~ |
Common sense isn't.
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