On Thu, 02 Feb 2023 17:23:23 -0800, Maverick wrote in message:
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High up in the North in the land called
Svithjod, there stands a rock.
It is one hundred miles high and one
hundred miles wide.
Once every thousand years a little bird
comes to this rock to sharpen its beak.
When the rock has thus been worn away,
then a single day of eternity will
have gone by.
--Hendrik Willem van Loon (1882-1944)
--
Maverick