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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Final Post

Regretfully, this will be my last Skrambled Ramblings post. The decision is final, so I ask that my friends understand and accept this (don't worry, I won't delete the blog). I may start another blog someday, but it shall be a new creation altogether. Re-Inventing the Wheel will be kept alive on life support, with random signs of life from time to time. Also, a certain apparition may appear on comment pages from time to time. . .

This blog has had a huge effect on my life, through all of the wonderful people I've met and come to know on very personal level. I don't want to leave anyone out, so I won't start off on a list, but I never would have thought it possible to feel so close to people through blogging. We've shared our thoughts, feelings, dreams, and opened ourselves up to each other on a cosmic level. I love you all.

I've enjoyed sharing a piece of my life with all of you. I shall ever be grateful to my blogdom friends for sharing parts of your lives with me. We human beings, in different cultures, throughout the world have far more in common with one another than we have differences. What I've learned more than anything is this: Humanity does not want War, it's Power that does, but ulitmately Peace will prevail (either that or We Are All Fucked!!!).

It's time for me to Skram. I'll leave you all with a poem and a picture. XOXOXOXOXOXO--The Skrambled One

The World is Too Much With Us
-by William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

posted by Skrambled Egghead Reborn @ 6:32 PM

2 Comments:

um um um - promise me one thing? that's you'll go fishing from time to time? and then i will be less sad - but wherever your life takes you, i wish you good luck and lots of love - i'm glad i can call you friend

By Blogger mysfit, at 12:47 PM  

Oh wow. You know, this is sad for me but if it's right for you then that's all that matters. You, yes you, were my very first blog to have really read and commented on. Because of that, I've grown very fond of you and some of your blog links took me to people that have honestly changed my life in such good ways. I'm hoping an email or two won't be out of the question, just to see how you are. I'll miss seeing you here but I'm hoping that life is bringing you bigger and better things in place of blogdom. All my best. =) I'll miss you.

By Blogger LiVEwiRe, at 2:00 AM  

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