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[maximin]

Words are things;
and a small drop of ink
Falling like dew
upon a thought,
produces
That which makes thousands,
perhaps millions, think.
'Tis strange, the shortest letter
which man uses
Instead of speech,
may form a lasting link
Of ages; to what straits old
Time reduces
Frail man, when paper-
-even a rag like this,
Survives himself, his tomb, and all
that's his!

Lord Byron, poet (1788-1824)
Don Juan, Canto III, Stanza 88.
http://www.online-literature.com/byron/don-juan/3/