For I was talking to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to

It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to

Home Server

He has a mind of metal and wheels; and he does not care for growing things, except as far as they serve him for the moment.

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

VERISTOPIA

 I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth.