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April 25, 1996
After Milton and His Sort
across the age of years they called my moments to possess these words of men long dust who, without the tempt of current pleasure, mirrored in their work the world they breathed filtered through minds strange to mine
all who scoff the might of word who laugh the strength of ink to scorn have never felt as I have felt their weight when rightly read as the stroke of the blade forever changes words, though distant, their pow'r retain once read ne'er forgotten, even those bespeaking lies, my years to come forever changed I cannot be who I once would be having grown, I'm not the same
I must have more I cannot slake this thirst their words impart knowledge is a worthy quest on its own merit, were there nothing more find me the fountain where I may drink comparing their draughts to my own for even those not found on God had things of worth to say and I must hear them to find tomorrow's form
Finding Milton, Calvin, Buchan, others, and their sort in our global free-for-all
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