(This is my last post of year 2006)
For all intents and purposes the end of the year is an arbitrary dividing line. Every year, month, day, hour, minute, even second is simply an edifice created by someone long ago. I’ve often wondered if we represent time to guild us to the future or mark the past. It would seem to be the ladder. I think it really depends on the person.
Despite all the talk
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