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.
