This post was made at
11:11 am on 11/11/11
Ponder the cosmic significance of this numerical moment.
Cool eh?
Now, get back to work.
This post was made at
11:11 am on 11/11/11
Ponder the cosmic significance of this numerical moment.
Cool eh?
Now, get back to work.
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Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
Yeah. I’m often completely in awe of the fact that an arbitrary dating system that we produced using base 10, and an arbitrary timekeeping system that we produced using base 12, occasionally align to produce a sequence of identical numbers.
It’s almost as cosmically awesome as having the odometer on your vehicle reading all zeroes, or something.
I’m surprised that the irrelevant 11/11/11 date did not draw any end times cults.
But don’t knock the magic 100,000 roll of an odometer. That’s a special moment between me and my car.