[NicknamedBob]

*How old was Homer?*

Somewhat under three hundred years. Presumably that was easier to accomplish back when they counted the years backwards.

I actually never met him. We just traveled in different circles, as Spider Robinson said.

But the idea that poets are overgrown children doesn’t quite express what the reality is. Poets grow up, grow old, do all the things that ordinary mortals do, but never lose their childlike sense of wonder and the joy that witnessing miracles in such commonplace items as cobwebs and dewdrops can bring.

We are witness in this way to Magic. How can we avoid picking up our wand and flourishing it to paint the music?

[Tax-chick]

Yes, exactly.

[ArGee]

but never lose their childlike sense of wonder

I think that describes me.

At least, I wonder a lot how people can be so stupid.

Maybe I should take up poetry?