sixteen

What thou lovest well remains,
the rest is dross
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee
What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage
Whose world, or mine or theirs
or is it of none?
First came the seen, then thus the palpable
Elysium, though it were in the halls of hell,
What thou lovest well is thy true heritage
What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee

15

Says some guy:

I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning
and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Down and out in 14

Exploring the slums of Technorati has left me feeling dirty. I leave you now to take a long cold shower.

13

Half way through the journey of 23 things
I awoke to find myself in a dark wilderness
for I had lost the straight and narrow path.

I do love delicious foods though,
and being folksy is my philosophy.

Twelve

I shall name my search engine Gogol, in honor of the russian writer:

http://rollyo.com/steven7/gogol/

Onze

Strange the rampant use of the word "thing"

http://www.librarything.com/catalog.php?view=steven7

TEN

This image generator provides minutes of enjoyment:

http://www.mrpicassohead.com/