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<P dir=ltr style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px" align=left><FONT size=2>My own words come
back to haunt me, betimes... The following was extracted from something much
longer, by coincidence (or whatever) originally posted to the the Ansteorra list
seven years ago yesterday, based upon the record captured within the
Florilegium. (MUCH appreciation for Stefan's efforts!)<BR><BR>... in all
of these efforts and in all of these fields of endeavor we have gained a far
closer insight into the hearts of our friends, companions, acquaintances (and
others less well-disposed) as we met them blade to blade, pen to paper, heart to
mind, word set against word, research tempered by experience -- both refuted and
reinforced, and often both!<BR><BR>Including, of course, the more cerebral of
these exchanges being made through electrons to the screen. Recorded to disk, to
paper, to tape, to CD-ROM, and to forms yet unrealized by modern alchemist and
craftsman, these are the chronicles of our lives made manifest for the future. I
have spoken or written of Leta's foray into the martial ranks before. What was
spoken, a few heard and may remember, and some may tell others, but unless my
words somehow made the events "real" within their imaginations, how long would
the story survive? Two generations? Forty years? Beyond my lifetime, or that of
my sons? Perhaps...<BR><BR>Committed to the pages of a single local group's
newsletter, how long until the paper is discarded or crumbled, untransferred to
more permanent form? A century? Two? ...<BR><BR>But in *this* form, through this
forum, how many more lives might be touched down the span of time? I pray thee
all, remember this when your tempers flare hot or your thoughts run wild. We
write here not upon the wind of the world, but upon the very stream of time
itself.<BR><BR>Amra, known also as al-Sayyid Amr ibn Majid al-Bakri
al-Amra,<BR><SNIP><BR>[one] supporter of Tomonaga's nomination of
REHoward as patron saint of
[Ansteorra]:<BR> A long bow, and a
strong bow,<BR> With the foreign foe
for our mark:<BR> Draw to the ear,
make their nobles fear<BR> As the sky
with our shafts grows dark!<BR>(para-re-phrased, after the model of "Song of the
Bossonian Archers", Robert E. Howard)</FONT></P>
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<P><FONT size=2>Adieu, Amra / ttfn - Mike / Pax ... Kihe<BR><BR>Mike C.
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