Discussion in 'Philosophy' started by growguy, Jun 27, 2002.

  1. Now, in the autumn of my days, I take a measure of comfort from a lifetime of questioning and the rare fruits harvested therefrom. True to my roots, I continue to question even that which has grown under my care, and it has not been found wanting. Tomorrow, it may, and with that, discovery, I will be led down yet another path of gathering, winnowing and assembling. The eternal mystical spiral goes on and on . . .
  2. ... ... that's some good smoke u got there.

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