From fork-admin@xent.com Sat Sep 21 10:43:25 2002 Return-Path: Delivered-To: yyyy@localhost.example.com Received: from localhost (jalapeno [127.0.0.1]) by jmason.org (Postfix) with ESMTP id 824F616F03 for ; Sat, 21 Sep 2002 10:43:25 +0100 (IST) Received: from jalapeno [127.0.0.1] by localhost with IMAP (fetchmail-5.9.0) for jm@localhost (single-drop); Sat, 21 Sep 2002 10:43:25 +0100 (IST) Received: from xent.com ([64.161.22.236]) by dogma.slashnull.org (8.11.6/8.11.6) with ESMTP id g8L91mC16323 for ; Sat, 21 Sep 2002 10:01:49 +0100 Received: from lair.xent.com (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by xent.com (Postfix) with ESMTP id 8A19929417F; Sat, 21 Sep 2002 01:58:06 -0700 (PDT) Delivered-To: fork@example.com Received: from crank.slack.net (slack.net [166.84.151.181]) by xent.com (Postfix) with ESMTP id CFD3D29409C for ; Sat, 21 Sep 2002 01:57:11 -0700 (PDT) Received: by crank.slack.net (Postfix, from userid 596) id DFDB23ECF9; Sat, 21 Sep 2002 05:05:09 -0400 (EDT) Received: from localhost (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by crank.slack.net (Postfix) with ESMTP id DE6593EC9F; Sat, 21 Sep 2002 05:05:09 -0400 (EDT) From: Tom To: "R. A. Hettinga" Cc: "Mr. FoRK" , Subject: Re: sed /s/United States/Roman Empire/g In-Reply-To: Message-Id: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Sender: fork-admin@xent.com Errors-To: fork-admin@xent.com X-Beenthere: fork@example.com X-Mailman-Version: 2.0.11 Precedence: bulk List-Help: List-Post: List-Subscribe: , List-Id: Friends of Rohit Khare List-Unsubscribe: , List-Archive: Date: Sat, 21 Sep 2002 05:05:09 -0400 (EDT) X-Spam-Status: No, hits=-3.3 required=5.0 tests=AWL,IN_REP_TO,KNOWN_MAILING_LIST,USER_AGENT_PINE version=2.50-cvs X-Spam-Level: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way ---C Dickens G'Quon Wrote "There is a greater darkness than the one we fight. It is the darkness of the soul that has lost its way." The war we fight is not against powers and principalities - it is against chaos and despair. Greater than the death of flesh is the death of hope, the death of dreams. Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition, to be born in moments of revelation. No one knows the shape of that future, or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain. --JWS