Happy birthday, sir. May your day be filled with people who don't offend your senses and lots of good sweets. Long may you live, Constantinos May you live many years May you grow old With white hair May you spread out everywhere The light of knowledge And may everybody say There lives a wise man
You are so kind. Thanks. Una fatsa una razza. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Or something like that. Next year I expect a gift. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
And this is how Wanderer truly feels: How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics? Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war and war's alarms. But O that I were young again And held her in my arms. W. B Yeats, Politics
A "wise man" with such a profile? P.S. Nifty, he likes "Politics"! I only noticed this now, after posting that poem.
water I think you need to read my ‘Humour’ thread. You have no sense of the absurd. Or is this your way of getting yourself noticed? Thank you for telling me how I “really’ feel. I believe the poem insinuated that one day I MIGHT be wise. Not that I am wise. Is there anything, specifically, that you want? Shouldn’t you be amusing yourself here? http://www.sciforums.com/showthread.php?t=39375
There is wisdom to be found and gained from many different experiences. Not one method of living life is the one that will be right for all people, and some people learn better from going against the grain. And I would suppose, that having some profile is better than having none at all and not sharing your interests with others. Wanderer is unguarded, wanton, and extremely interesting, is he not? And while I may not always agree with his views, they do have a certain wisdom to them.
What the hell. I'll throw in a happy birthday. And a bit of advice. Don't get none on ya. None of what? That's the question, isn't it? Too bad you weren't born a week earlier. It would have been somehow ironic if you had been born on Valentine's Day. Don't know why, but it would.
... Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun. Here's another one: ALONE by Edgar Allan Poe 1830 From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then–in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life–was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. The poem "insinuated" nothing. It's about an old man wishing to be young again. An old man who knows about the serious things in this world, but they don't mean much to him. Unlike love. Oh yes. For starters, 60.000 US Dollars. You're just jealous.
