“Tho’ much is taken, much abides: and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are:
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, and not to yield.”
— Tennyson, an abridge from BJ Monks poetry class.
No kidding. Can we once again find those youthful faces in the 50’s
and 60’s in the DBS hilltop? A guy with thinning gray hairs was
grinning at me from the mirror this morning. Do I know that guy?
Do not compute eternity,
As light-year after light-year.
One step across that line called ‘Time’,
Eternity is right here.
Time is of our own making,
Its clock ticks in our head.
The moment we stop thought,
Time too stops dead.
Come on, fellows. Let us dance. Let us chat. Let us reconnect.
Warm Regards,
Teddy ’58.
