Saturday, 22 March 2014

22nd December 2010

Should ye knock upon my door
And find nothing of interest within
Let it dawn upon thee
Here and now
That a virtual door in a virtual house in a virtual neighborhood in a virtual land in a virtual world in a virtual universe
Hath not the soul nor the touch
Of a real door in a real house in a real neighborhood in a real land in a real world in a real universe
For the simple reason that,
Even were I not at home,
Nor, for that matter, my beloved mother,
My cats shalt thou find either a-greeting thee or scattering like the sparks of a firecracker explosion
And that alone, dear Visitor, is a wonderful thing.

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