[neocon]

Speaking of burning bushes...

From "Little Gidding", Four Quartets, by T. S. Eliot:

The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre --
To be redeemed from fire by fire.

Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human hands cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.

[Askel5]

Your computer weighs in, even? Interesting.

[Askel5]

If you guys will drop your home addresses at my email address, I can snail mail you thank-you notes as well. Got the rest of the list sealed and stamped.

Thanks.