Tuesday, 8 January 2013

Hot Pursuit

To have never walked on the hot coals of the ultimate,
is to have endured a life of Cold Feet

Of all the visions in my head
every kind in every fashion
the dreams I know I will pursue
Are those that most invoke my passion

Let's face it no one's looking for
A life of desperate finality
Who would want the nowhere road
Of never ending plain banality

To have never sought the best of it
To have trampled on your dream
And not ever shared a table
With the cats who got the cream

Robert Ingersoll
There is no harmony between religion and science. When science was a child, religion sought to strangle it in the cradle. Now that science has attained its youth, and superstition is in its dotage, the trembling, palsied wreck says to the athlete: "Let us be friends." It reminds me of the bargain the cock wished to make with the horse: "Let us agree not to step on each other's feet.”

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