tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989898.post3248008151128645505..comments2009-04-10T22:52:43.806-04:00Bill Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414595906270498300noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989898.post-71089167097252322232009-04-10T22:52:00.000-04:002009-04-10T22:52:00.000-04:00Changeling: thanks for the typo alert; I appreciate that you took the time to post it. But much to my chagrin, I seem to make more of these kinds of mistakes in the online arenas. There's something about my practice online that doesn't include careful proofreading.Bill Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414595906270498300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989898.post-27491736643849611622009-04-10T20:38:00.000-04:002009-04-10T20:38:00.000-04:00One quick note:<BR/><BR/>The title should be:<BR/><BR/>"SARTRE: COURTING SIMONE"<BR/><BR/>Not:<BR/><BR/>"SATRE: COURTING SIMONE"Changelinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10851826532086071941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989898.post-19295777158549338672007-08-20T22:40:00.000-04:002007-08-20T22:40:00.000-04:00dungan, that would be a joke of truly cosmic proportions. Wouldn't it? And Constance Campbell provides an answer. We only have each other. There is a possibly apocryphal Native American poem that ends with this line:<BR/><BR/>"We are the ones we've been waiting for."Bill Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09414595906270498300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6989898.post-18687726607173110442007-08-20T21:21:00.000-04:002007-08-20T21:21:00.000-04:00great poem! especially relevent for me as i'm completing a thesis regarding "facing mystery" in my dreamlife. what if mystery turns out to be lame?dunganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01900859835647235242noreply@blogger.com