Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Harlen Ellison
A post by Bob Milner on the ListServ of the Association of Personal Historians drew my attention to a quotation attributed to the science fiction writer Harlen Ellison. It is very fitting to what we do:
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