But it is the Artisan who builds a foundation for it; the Architect, the Engineer, the man of wood, steel, and stone — the skilled Creator possessed of genius, and industry.
All are dreamers of dreams; those who make the greatest of dreams into Reality are the true giants among us.
If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost. There is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.
— Henry David Thoreau
I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unseasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night. ~James Thurber
For some strange reason I get Thurber and Thoreau mixed up.
In The Castle
We live in the Castle, where nothing gets us down,
Because we packed a suitcase-full, of everything in town.
And then we blew the planet off, we and our satellites,
Oh,
what a sight to see it was, when we left to see the sights!
We
journeyed past
the moon and then, instead of seeing stars,
We
flipped the top down and we headed out for Mars!
The
Castle took us down to see the planetary sights,
We sucked up all the atmosphere and
then continued with our flights.
Right now we’re simply parked out here, like on the starting line,
Awaiting that green signal light that says all will be fine.
We’ll move along at Warp Speed then, to stick our noses in,
Those flowered gardens that await, where no one else has been.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . March 8, 2008