Crazy Mountain Range

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  James the Unwise (guest)

  11 June 2011 : I awoke this June morning before the dawn, trotted out before the snow capped peaks, the flowing rivers of the plains, and the rising sun and spoke to Him thus: "Great star, what would your happiness be if we were not here to greet you. Behold for I am weary of my lack of wisdom like a bee with little honey, arms outstretched to receive it. After Nietzsche “Only that day dawns to which we are awake. The sun is but a rising star and these may be but the Spring months in the history of the human race.” Henry David Thoreau – Walden Pond, 1840

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