My Magic Mirror: Through the thicket.

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
Corinthians 13:11

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Through the thicket.

It is the path that we choose which defines us, not the path that we take.

posted by Anacryon at 9:30 PM

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: Name: Anacryon

Anacryon of Io (born ca. 570 BC): one of the Nine Greek lyric poets, notable for his drinking songs and hymns.

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