RGB: "...What is this Mind of which you do not speak but which speaks You, but Electricity, given a very transient and very lovely form?"
This Is Not The Form of a Haiku: Wave Forms Spring. Platonic fall, to Antiquity. Aristotle is the Winter to the Summer of my Haiku. Is the Void Formless? Peter _______________________________________________ Beowulf mailing list, Beowulf@beowulf.org To change your subscription (digest mode or unsubscribe) visit http://www.beowulf.org/mailman/listinfo/beowulf
