|A social scientist's eulogy for higher education
Author: Around.about PM
Bleed me Feed me Foreget it allRated: Fiction K - English - Words: 136 - Published: 01-27-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2886126
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I'm a rambler these days.
I don't make much sense.
The past is dead.
And the present is blurred.
The future a joke.
What difference does it make?
and we can't even be sure we know anything.
My epistomologies are decaying.
My god figures are grinning.
Your picture is in the bible (the one my grandfather gave me, I threw away your mother's).
So I sit in the dark.
With a bottle of water. And I write,
What does it matter?
There are know books.
There are no words.
Its all be figured out.
So C.B. Moore and Thomas Paine
will still be read
and will still be quoted.
(don't forget your hanging indention).