Vonnegut has died. He was crazy and funny and brilliant and, ultimately, believed in humanity. If you haven't read him, give him a shot. What a legacy!
A poem of Kurt Vonnegut's is particularly apt in these days:
When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
People did not like it here.
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Snow remains on the ground here in Hancock, and I miss the spring. So here's a taste of what's to come in a few weeks.
Vicki - This photo brings Robert Frost's poem Mending Wall to mind. I come down on the side of the guy who felt that "good fences make good neighbors", but then I have an iris garden, and my neighbors have marauder cows. Nice photos. Pat
Posted by: Pat Otterness | June 18, 2007 at 03:06 PM
We automated robots have feelings too, you know. :-)
Posted by: Pat Otterness | June 18, 2007 at 03:09 PM