We are all together. ( Archived) (5)

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe (any country) is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

John Donne.

Can I be a piece, at least in Peace, with you?

If being said, can I have my Island? Just so I can invite the girl of my dreams onto?

I know you will grant me this wish dear Genie Paws......I figured I rubbed you the right way - n'est-ce-pas?

Friend in real...

James

Merci James. Vous etes maintenant une partie de moi. Paws

Slow Down
By Mac Anderson

I love to fish, especially for large-mouth bass. About three years ago, I was watching television late one night and got this crazy notion to go fishing in the lake behind my house.

Of course, my wife thought I was nuts. It was almost midnight! I convinced her I was sane
and took off. I walked out to a warm summer breeze and looked up at the starry sky and breathtaking full moon.

I allowed my senses to soak in every second -- the sweet smell of honeysuckle, the sound of every cricket and bullfrog, the moon's reflection dancing off the water -- it was a perfect night.

After walking across a small field, I took out a flashlight and selected a lure. On my first cast,
I reeled in a bass weighing over five pounds, one of the largest I had every caught. I gently released it back into the water and continued my midnight adventure.

During the next two hours, I caught seventeen bass, all between two and five pounds. Although I've fished for almost fifty years, no fishing memory can top that warm summer night.

But that night provided far more than a fishing memory. It was a life memory. It provided me a snapshot of what life could be like if I just slowed down enough to savor the moments.