TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Now that everyone has had a chance to vent, give opinions, and express there fears it is time to stop the TBD bashing and move on. Please no more posts on this board about our fallen competitor.
As for the many people visiting us who are new to TER, I would like to extend our warmest welcome. We are a bit different around here, but I think you will like it.
I have said this time and again, TER you guys/gals rock.
I am sure all TER members appreciate the forum you have presented us with to vent our feelings, solicit (oops, perhaps I should use another word) advise/recommendations, and share valuable information.
Just wanted to drop in a quick note to give you all, as well as the TER members who informed the rest of us about the TER bust a sincere Kudos!
Having said that, life is too short so -- party hard, party smart, party safe ...
TURNING and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Some people choose to rebuild, and some choose to move on. For those who wish to bash the house dog, by all means, bash away. I won't read it.
Many people used both TBD, and TER. Hell, I'm a member here too; under a different handle. I refuse to bash TBD, and I refuse to discount and forsake him for the purposes of creating a new persona on another site. He's good people...
Staff writer, thank you! John Galt, I'm your biggest fan!
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