Infinite chains. Quite a thought. And, I imagine, quite an accurate description.
Boy, what a surprise on Ebeneezer Scrooge's face when he died. "Dammit, Marley lied to me. I did all that good and still - look at all these chains! I can't see the end of it all!" So maybe he was told a half truth :)
eventually we will figure out
eventually we will figure out how to get out of these shackles. I suppose seeing them is the first step toward removing them.
Hmm, maybe, maybe.
Hmm, maybe, maybe. Collectively as a whole - doubtful. Individually, case by case - hopeful. But may you be right. :)
A start, unshackling infinite
A start, unshackling infinite chains one by one,
entering the introspection of the proud mother
Nice little poem indeed you have writ.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
Infinite chains. Quite a
Infinite chains. Quite a thought. And, I imagine, quite an accurate description.
Boy, what a surprise on Ebeneezer Scrooge's face when he died. "Dammit, Marley lied to me. I did all that good and still - look at all these chains! I can't see the end of it all!" So maybe he was told a half truth :)
(And thank you, by the way!)