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Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit
Friday, March 23, 2012
The ancient quarrel
Time is what comes later, now is where we're at.
Measure each moment or live your life --
which will bring you happiness, and which will not?
The ancient quarrel that we of Earth hold with Fate:
whatever we accomplish always seems to come too late.
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