To one who, journeying through night and fog,2009 Update: The sensory engine that pulls us from mistaken to misunderstanding.
Is mired neck-deep in an unwholesome bog,
Experience, like the rising of the dawn,
Reveals the path that he should not have gone.
—Joel Frad Bink
"What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song or wisdom for a dance in the street? No! But a pamphlet can be had for mutterings or a slow limp!"-Blake
Happy Birthday to Eamon!