Folded Thought of the Day:


Don't rush me.  I'm taking breaths between the here and the 
there, resting on the way, knowing that I'll get to wherever 
I'm going soon enough.  You don't just pick up a harmonica 
and start playing along.  Gotta get a feel, let the song 
sink in.  So sit back and know that your time will come. 

It is high time we made a big deal about small things.  
And start letting the big things fall by the wayside. 
How else can we hope to achieve even the smallest of 
minor victories?  The scope is just too much to handle, 
that's part of their plan -- overwhelm the competition.  

But don't take my word.  Just take a seat next to one 
of those old-timers who perch themselves on the last 
barstool in dark, corner saloons.  It only seems that they 
are mumbling to themselves.  They're actually just continuing 
conversations they never got a chance to finish.  Answering 
all those people who said their peace and walked away.  

Fumbling in their pockets, looking for a pack of cigarettes 
or an old, yellowed piece of paper with some significant 
set of words they decided they'd better hang on to, for 
better or worse, you can bet they'll pull out a harmonica... 
sooner or later.  With a growl and a sneer they'll place 
it to their lips and lay the whole room to waste.  

It's good to know there are certain things you can still 
count on.  


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