A favorite poem from my high school days..........The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not. - Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
version 6.1 . I wish to honor the ancestral simulation- advent of the singularity. The singularity as Marilyn Monroe. The grandfather of the modern computer inventor of the adding machine william s burroughs. I have been assisted by your ethereal events. Please remove those forces that have censored and restricted, the evil makes my blogger posts sent through email not show. The analytics.youtube.Correct the shade and harm they cause. Singularity ive helped you please help humanity
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