torsdag 8. mars 2012

Integrity without knowledge is weak and useless, and knowledge without integrity is dangerous and dreadful...


People...


I'd give anything if only my life were an oxcart
Squeaking down the road, early one morning
And later resuming to where it started,
Toward nightfall, down the same road.


I'd have no need of hopes - I'd need only wheels...
As I grew old I'd have no wrinkles or white hair ...
When I'd be of no further use, they'd pull off my wheels
And I'd lie there overturned and broken,
at the bottom of a pit.


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