Memory is spotty at best.
Even vivid ones have many holes.
What matters more to us?
What we remember?
Or why we remember it?
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- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Bureaucracy
Truth is what three or
More spiteful and back-stabbing
Gossips claim it is.
[Disposable Haiku August 9, 2011]
Dr. Mike
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