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Saturday, April 02, 2005

Weakness

Short and not so sweet.

Two things indicate weakness,
- to be silent when it is proper to speak,
and to speak when it is proper to be silent.
-Persian Proverb
Maybe we should think first, use self control, and ...
What helps you?
Jan

posted by We Three Spences @ 9:47 PM 2 comments

Thursday, March 31, 2005

The Dark Room

The Dark Room

After being lost in the woods, you find an empty cabin.
You enter and this is what you find in the cabin.
There is a wood burning stove with a large unopened can of frozen beans on top, a kerosene lamp, and a fireplace full of dry wood in the room.
The problem is that you have only one match.

This is your situation.
It is winter and freezing, both outside and inside the cabin.
You are starving, but there are the beans on the stove.
You are cold, but there is the wood in the fireplace.
It is the dead of night and you can barely see. But there is the lantern. Which would you light first?
Make your decision.


The Match!!!


Although this is a joke by an unknown author, it has great truth in it when you understand that all too often we focus on the secondary things before conquering the primary.



I was going to light the lamp first.
Jan

posted by We Three Spences @ 3:47 PM 3 comments

Jabberwocky!

JABBERWOCKY
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
`Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought --So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two!
And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
`And has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Whose the Jabberwock in your life?

I have one.

Jan

posted by We Three Spences @ 3:24 PM 5 comments


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