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Grey morning, quiet string instruments, slow to
crescendo - like crickets in winter, slumbering warmly
until the springy summer - underground on vacation. So
says the sign.

But write I must, I'm compelled, it's necessary to
save the world, or help part of the world, maybe a
single human, and it all rests, scales of justice, on
my little plea, a single letter sent to a stoic Ivy committee.

What is it to save the world, anyhow? My application reduces it to "cognitive sciences" and "how people learn."

So I inspire my fingers, magnetize my furious thoughts -
whipping-speedy yellow whirls, not of fury red anger -
my kicking legs now placed on grass-overgrown-rails,
timeless, exaggerated tracks that
lead further into the awesome unknown while my fingers type.

Gung-ho-go! Who knows what it is to save anything, besides a perception, but knowledge is a fine start.

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kick ass man

( Posted by: dentt [Member] On: December 26, 2005 )

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