Two mighty code-warriors, indeed!
These just walk right up to people they don't know and can't even see.
I check into these forums now and then and, over the years, never fail to notice their footprints (see below) traversing the sands of cyberspace.
Their mission is to assist, to encourage, and to leave supplies along the way for future arrivals. I get the idea they are working for someone bigger. Lois, that's what your avatar seems to suggest.
Well, we don't say it often or loud enough but, and speaking for many, we really, really appreciate your labors of love, JPDeni and Lois! Wish there were more like you! Thank you, thank you for all the inspiration! :-) !!!!
Zane Anderson
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A Psalm of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real -- Life is earnest --
And the grave is not its goal:
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destin'd end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'er head!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Footprints, that, perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
by Henry W Longfellow
These just walk right up to people they don't know and can't even see.
I check into these forums now and then and, over the years, never fail to notice their footprints (see below) traversing the sands of cyberspace.
Their mission is to assist, to encourage, and to leave supplies along the way for future arrivals. I get the idea they are working for someone bigger. Lois, that's what your avatar seems to suggest.
Well, we don't say it often or loud enough but, and speaking for many, we really, really appreciate your labors of love, JPDeni and Lois! Wish there were more like you! Thank you, thank you for all the inspiration! :-) !!!!
Zane Anderson
-------------------------
A Psalm of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real -- Life is earnest --
And the grave is not its goal:
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destin'd end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'er head!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time.
Footprints, that, perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
by Henry W Longfellow