I'll never forget. 903 is when summer turns into fall this year. I wish I could find the "old internet". I wish the pond was bigger. The world will keep growing smaller. In the end, perhaps the only righteous pursuit is math. I can't think of anything more abstract and truthful. Is there a way of thinking that is more objectively accurate than math? Anyhow, I'm not there yet . I feel like we can all see very well into the future at this point- by all I mean nearly 30% of global population. The rest are so passive that you can't really take them into consideration; on a conscious level, they are nonparticipating. But 30% of global population (still a subjective #) is a lot. I'm seeing things that deviate that are soon to be forgotten. I'm anxious about what needs to be done. I'm anxious because it has to be a group effort.
The Suppliant Maidens Aeschylus - translated by G. M. Cookson - D R A M A T I S P E R S O N A E DANAUS PELASGUS , King of Argos AN EGYPTIAN HERALD CHORUS OF THE DANAIDES ATTENDANTS Argos. A Hill rises in the foreground, and on the summit of it stand altars and statues of many gods. Enter the fifty DANAIDES , with their slave girls, and DANAUS . Chorus Zeus, the Suppliant's God, be gracious to us, pitifully behold us, for fugitives are we; where the blown sand-dunes silt the mouths of Nilus, there we took the highway of the blue, salt sea; there looked our last at the land of Zeus, her borders lapsed and lost in the Syrian marches wild, fleeing, not as outlaws banned for blood-guilt lest a people perish, but self-exiled. No way but this to escape abhorred embraces, marriage rites unholy that true love shuns; better far lands and unfamiliar faces than wedded and bedded with King Ægyptus' sons. As when hard pressed on the board a cautious player this piece or that from