Poetry is no less a mystery than anything else on earth. One or two felicitous lines can hardly stir our vanity, since they are but gifts of Chance or of the Spirit; only the mistakes belong to us. I hope the reader will discover something worthy of his memory in these pages. In this world of ours beauty is quite common.| maya.land
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Out upon your guarded lips! Sew them up with packthread, do. Else, if you would be a man, speak what you think to-day in words as hard as cannon-balls, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. Ah,...| maya.land
I'm going to summarize this a bit and then muse about it because I think it's really, really important. There is support for all these points in the article. If you let people choose who they want to "friend" and those friends don't have limits on posting to an amorphous "feed", there will be more content than is reasonable to read through If you present this content in strict chronological order, people will end up getting whatever random sample of stuff that was posted right before they hap...| maya.land
…year so far: “radioactive data.” They write:| maya.land
And we can’t settings-toggle our way out| maya.land
the vampire part: look, I’m effortposting! There is a time-sensitive link in there – scoped to the next day, so I guess click through? Or don’t. You’re gonna be okay either way.| maya.land