Unforgettable . . .

It's a Satyr's day … here in Okieland, strong Southerlies bring mid 80's to the weekend.

It's Thomas Jefferson's birthday , born 281 years ago today in 1743 Albemarle County, Virginia.

At 4:30 a.m. on April 12, 1861, Confederate forces fired on Fort Sumter, a federal fort built on an artificial island in Charleston Harbor. – Heather Cox Richardson, writing on her blog Letters from an American.

The web does not create a public. – Nathan Gardels, in Noēma, 4.13.24

Today is the 118th anniversary of Samuel Beckett's birth. The Irish playwright, novelist, poet and literary legend was born on this date in 1906 Dublin, Ireland.

And it's also the birthdate of Eudora Welty. The short story/novelist was born 115 years ago today in 1909, Jackson, Mississippi.

I am interested in the shape of ideas even if I do not believe in them. There is a wonderful sentence in Augustine . . . "Do not despair: one of the thieves was saved; do not presume: one of the thieves was damned." That sentence had a wonderful shape. It is the shape that matters.

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For to know nothing is nothing, not to want to know anything likewise, but to be beyond knowing anything, to know you are beyond knowing anything, that is when peace enters in, to the soul of the incurious seeker.

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What was that unforgettable line?

– Samuel Beckett

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