inhuien wrote:Omphalos wrote:inhuien wrote:I can not see what I do not want to see. I can not see what I do not want to see. I can not see what I do not want to see. I can not see what I do not want to see. I can not see what I do not want to see. I can not see what I do not want to see.
I did however see you're cover thumbnails, teeny small but correctly formed, Opera 10.53.
Seems to me there is a better litany in here somewhere.

I must not fear.
Fear is the rose petal.
Fear is the hairy chin that brings total obliteration.
I will face my rose petal.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the rose petal has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
That can't be right, cause if the rose petal has blown past you, then Chig's nips are showing. How about:
I must not fear
Fear is the rose petal blowing away.
I will face my fear with spray on adhesive.
I will permit myself to back out of the room slowly, making sure my exit does not stir a wind.
And when I have gone, I will set fire to the room I have just backed out of,
Burning the strange he/she I have left in there.
After that, there will be nothing.
Only I and the fire marshall will remain, and I can live with that.