Life, for ever dying to be born afresh, for ever young and eager, will presently stand upon this earth as upon a footstool, and stretch out its realm amidst the stars.
-H.G. Wells
(Photographer unknown. Please let me know if you know.)
Friday, October 22, 2010
We are flipping. doomed.
We'd need, like, a million Bruce Willises to deal with this.
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