From: Bub@ba   
      
   On Thu, 17 Jul 2014, The Archer  wrote:   
      
   >'A statue of a human from ancient times; they are rough hewn. Do not try to   
   chisel them to such precision as you desire, or else you shall not know them   
   well.'   
   >   
   >My inspiration for this poem comes from my struggles with the Christian   
   Religion. I do not believe that Jesus Christ is the only way to the truth.   
   From that I know I should talk to people, walk in gardens, and see the blues   
   skies above. Such joys as    
   these shall lead me to an ever broadening panorama of life.   
   >   
   >David Elkins,   
      
   On a less serious note, that reminds me of the song "O give me a home   
   where the buffalo roam, and the deer and the antelope play.  Where   
   never is heard a discouraging word and the skies are not cloudy all   
   day."  I like the last part of that verse because it doesn't suggest   
   that the skies must remain cloudless all day, but only that the skies   
   will hopefully not remain cloudy all day long.   
      
   --   
   Bub   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)