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Thursday, January 05, 2006

Love's Labours by the Descendants of Monkeys

Dying miners write love letters to their families. "We didn't suffer. We love you."

Precious, spirited humanity. This is the work of time and chance colliding? Time and Chance, which are mere measurements and not, after all, forces themselves.

Yes, I am more convinced than ever that we are the soulful, literate, imaginative offspring of monkeys.

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Blogger Jeb said...

I hope if I am ever in such a dire situation that my last act will be the selfless determination to leave behind assurance to my loved ones that I didn't suffer. It may be small comfort to them, but it will be precious nonetheless.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Blogger girlfriday said...

Very precious. It must have been such a consolation after the false bit of hope that they were still alive. Salve on a wound.

Sunday, January 08, 2006


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