A noiseless, patient spider, I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself; Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.
And you, O my Soul, where you stand, Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres, to connect them; Till the bridge you will need, be form'd--till the ductile anchor hold; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul.
3 hurrahs from the mezzanine:
That is pathetic! Though I'm glad they got a quote in from one of the "non-bear food" animals...
I'm just glad they had the cardboard bear available so we could really see how menacing a Black Bear can be. *Shudder*
Does a bear crap in my pants? I heart fake news reports.
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