i have no special insights.
no talent.
no poetry.
no music.
no sense of humor.
no sense of beauty.
i'm just in the way for awhile, stealing air, stuck on a rock, soaring
through space, around a big flaming ball.
-$Zero...
what i've learned living amongst the brainwashed -- part XVIII
http://groups.google.com/group/misc.writing/msg/3934e397c7b09463
And yet, somewhere there is someone whom,
if you acted you'd change the rest of their life
for the better.
Shakespeare said it so much better.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_a_piece_of_work_is_man
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