“And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?” - Samuel Williams
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Tempest Society
This will be an ongoing experiment, the goal is to either come to a logical conclusion on life/issue/meaning/basis for sound decisions,.. Also a way to create a viable sound place to hash out ideas, matters, etc. that weigh on my mind the most. Maybe this will be a logical safety net.
“And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?” - Samuel Williams
“And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?” - Samuel Williams
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