Hello all.
I have added to my pages the series of poems
by WebDragon titeled Through Uncolored Glasses.
Just thought I would let you know.

And you, O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessy musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect
   them,
Till the bridge you will need be formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
       >A noiseless Patient Spider by Whalt Whitman

Olin
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