Oct 13, 2007 11:36
"We are discreet sheep; we wait to see how the drove is going, and then go with the drove." Mark Twain.
Let us not be sheep. Let us be shepherds. Or at least, let us be the black sheep who wanders off and finds a new path, a new and exciting path where dangers lurk, yes, but where strange and exotic flowers grow on either side, and which opens out to a glorious new meadow.