Post by Unknown Traveler on Sept 21, 2005 17:23:09 GMT -5
The first thought that comes to mind when I see Unknown Traveler is Cool it's me! but to you it may be What the hell? Well, my friends, one or all, I am simply a seeker. Of what you ask? Advice from the wise, love from those that hate, sympathy from people who know no sorrow, laughter and happiness from children that have nothing to call their own, and many other things in this complicated life. I am also in search of the answers to the following questions: How many licks does it take to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop? How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon? as well as How can a weasel pop? or one of my personal favorites Who are you? As the wonderful author Lemony Snicket once wrote, “The confused man looked even more confused.” Is this how you feel at this very moment? Good because that is how you are supposed to feel. If you didn’t know this before, which you obviously didn’t, I am one of SetoBatman’s really good friends and she promised to make me the third most important person on this website. And now I leave you with my second favorite poem in the world next to The Raven.
Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
PS: I WILL NEVER REVEAL MY REAL NAME! ;D
Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
PS: I WILL NEVER REVEAL MY REAL NAME! ;D