What do you think is the furthest distance in the world?

[jongaltsr]

- between here and there.
- because here and there are not defined the distance is obviously (infinite).

[Redcloak]

As long as you don’t include anything that looks like an HTML tag, just type normally and the forum software will automatically format your post with paragraphs.

Like this.

[shibumi]

I tried, but we had a very high water table.

[chinaboy]

His poems full of philosophical arguments abound in profound reflections on the history and life of mankind. I really enjoy his poems. thank you.

[chinaboy]

haha, you have a good sense of humor.

[Daffynition]

Just copy and paste.

But IF you use any HTML/code, the sentences will run together, and you will have to use more HTML code to separate the lines.

[stylecouncilor]

ping

[chinaboy]

thank you. now i get it.

[tacticalogic]

Nope. It's the distance you would travel to the point directly behind you if you only travel in the direction you are facing.

That's a vector. Distance doesn't have a direction.

[Daffynition]

They are interesting, but who is the poet?

Every time I searched, the poems are attributed to “anonymous.”

[Daffynition]

[KYGrandma]

The longest distance is from where ever I am at the moment to my home in Kentucky. I have lived all over the US, but always end up at home.

[Daffynition]

[chinaboy]

There are hard words for me, I am pondering how to understand. what’s HTML/code?

[chinaboy]

They are interesting, but who is the poet?

Every time I searched, the poems are attributed to “anonymous.”

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the poet is Rabindranath Tagore

[rabidralph]

farthest

[Daffynition]

Sorry. A computer language used to create web pages on the Internet. HTML stands for Hyper Text Markup Language.

More information here...

[chinaboy]

now I see what you mean, I think I know where the problem lay. thanks again.

[Daffynition]

Thanks. He sounds like my kind of poet! I'm sure I've read him before and just didn't remember his name.

The Banyan Tree

by Rabindranath Tagore

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(This poem is from 'The Crescent Moon' by Tagore)

O you shaggy-headed banyan tree standing on the bank of the pond,
have you forgotten the little child,
like the birds that have nested in your branches and left you?

Do you not remember how he sat at the window
and wondered at the tangle of your roots that plunged underground?

The women would come to fill their jars in the pond,
and your huge black shadow would wriggle
on the water like sleep struggling to wake up.

Sunlight danced on the ripple like
restless tiny shuttles weaving golden tapestry.

Two ducks swam by the woody margin above their shadows,
and the child would sit still and think.

He longed to be the wind and blow through your rustling branches,
to be your shadow and lengthen with the day on the water,
to be a bird and perch on your topmost twig,
and to float like those ducks among the weeds and shadows.

[Daffynition]

HAHAHA! See?

I messed up the HTML in the poem above! ;-D