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WIT & WISDOM - August 6, 1998 ~~~~~~~ THOUGHTS: There is no delight in owning anything unshared. - Seneca [1] ~~~~~~~ SPECIAL THOUGHTS: The interior journey of the soul from the wilds of sin into the enjoyed presence of God is beautiful. Ransomed men need no longer pause in fear to the Holy of Holies. God wills that we should push on into His presence and live our whole life there. - A. W. Tozer (1897-1963) [2] ~~~~~~~ THIS & THAT: Imagine if instead of cryptic, geeky text strings, your computer produced error messages in Haiku (an unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having three lines containing usually 5, 7, and 5 syllables respectively) . . . they would read like these: A file that big? It might be very useful. But now it is gone. The Web site you seek cannot be located, but endless others exist Chaos reigns within. Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return. ABORTED effort: Close all that you have. You ask far too much. First snow, then silence. This thousand dollar screen dies so beautifully. With searching comes loss and the presence of absence: "My Novel" not found. The Tao that is seen is not the true Tao, until you bring fresh toner. Windows NT crashed. I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams. Stay the patient course. Of little worth is your ire. The network is down. A crash reduces your expensive computer to a simple stone. Yesterday it worked. Today it is not working 'Windows' is like that. Three things are certain: Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred. You step in the stream, but the water has moved on. This page is not here. Out of memory. We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will. Having been erased, the document you're seeking must now be retyped. Rather than a beep or a rude error message, these words: "File not found." Serious error. All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank. [3] ~~~~~~~ KEEP SMILING: I walked into my six-year-old grandson's room to kiss him good-night and found it with wall-to-wall toys, books, and clothing. I asked him, "How can you live in such a mess?" He smiled knowingly and said, "I step like the song we sang in Sunday school this morning: "Softly and Tenderly." [4] ~~~~~~~ TRIVIA: Ian Lewis, 43, of Standish, Lancashire, England, was also interested in finding out about his family. He spent 30 years tracing his family tree back to the seventeenth century. He traveled all over Britain, talked to 2,000 relatives and planned to write a book about how his great-grandfather left to seek his fortune in Russia and how his grandfather was expelled after the Revolution. Then he found out he had been adopted when he was a month old and his real name was David Thornton. He resolved to start his family research all over again. WESTERN MORNING NEWS, 1994 [5] ~~~~~~~ CONTRIBUTORS: [1] (MakeMyDay-owner@sparklist.com) [2] (Christian Quotation of the Day http://www.gospelcom.net/cqod/cqodlist.htm) [3] (Just 4 Laughs! Http://www.GeoCities.com/Hollywood/Set/6993) [4] (The Funnies Andychap@aol.com) [5] (The Funny! List owner-funny@peak.org) |