++> Day Brown "pause for thought"
 
 DB> I remember reading a conversation between Xonophon and Clearchus
 DB> which the former recorded some 2500 years ago, in which he asks:
 DB> "So Clearchus, what is it you advise us to do, *knowing* that it
 DB> will be reported to all Greece..."  As indeed it was; and did he
 DB> realize that we would still be reading this 2500 years later?
 
 DB> So likewise, I see that someone has recorded our words here, and
 DB> brings them up, [usually with glee] again some months later.  So
 DB> it is that I pause for thought sometimes, before being less than
 DB> less than charitable to some flamethrowing asshole, which we all
 DB> know, are the most full of hot gasses.  It must be very painful.
 
  Yes! cyberspace has its memory minefields. We just have to be
  some thick skinned about it! Flaming is, I believe, an awkward
  need to "be present" by those that have the will, but not the
  where-with-all, to share a best. It presents an incompleteness, or
  element of being not meant to be our primary self. In my younger
  days  when I experimented with alcohol, I found that some
  several people lived in me in a humorous hierarchal community from
  a "number ONE" to an almost quiet shy bug that lived in a dark
  corner of my cave. Different levels of gin were like keys
  permitting each of them some room to exercise (even an inept
  flamer). These 4 or 5 birds twitttered about between the
  ears with normally only "number one" heard-
                       _
  My favorite was one DOvid, who for a variety of very good survival
  reasons is condemned to a low profile existence......in the dungeon!
 
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       GG            oo  ..  0o  OO  @@  ... Dave
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    P.S. This message, through some series of min-epic events,
    might also be read some 2500 years in the future!
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