Sghinismus in the world ---
Mail Art and other thoughts.
some lines from Ode, by W. Wordsworth
........"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us , our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!"..........(fifth stanza incipit) a tribute to life chosen by mycosysafe