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Happy New Year!

Romelia,

Wishing you beautiful moments, treasured memories and all the blessings a heart can know.

✯Happy New Year ✯

~Samantha ❤(ˆ‿ˆԅ)

Good morning Romelia, have a beautiful day~

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Romelia, if you don't mind me saying this publically, you should put your post into a journal, so that it stays there for everyone to read.

I love what you wrote there, but... forgive me for saying this; it does come across like an advertisement of a kind, a spam.

Love your wallpapers and will be one of your friend list. thank you. Have a wonderful day/night! Hugs Judy

The "Custom Paper Writing" has ushered in a brand new art form-- the creation of a portal. Like all true art, it is not created by government agencies, nor committees, nor corporations, but it springs forth from that vital element for which there is no substitution-- the Individual's Vision and Hard Work. The primary purpose of venture capital is to hire other talented people to help realize a vision, but those in the business of writing literature can rarely, if ever, afford to do this, even if they had all of Kleiner-Perkins' money. For in order to withstand eternity, the entirety of a work, be it a sculpture, play, poem, painting, novel, or internet portal, must derive from the soul of a single artist. From the software, to the graphics, to the prose, this is truly an infinite medium to work in, where a poet-programmer may engineer a Classical Portal, creating a boundless community of the eternal. And to a greater degree than any previous art form, the WWW allows an individual to create an entire context with which to surround his poetry. The economic benefits of the internet are manifest, and the crew here believes that the cultural benefits shall prove to be even greater, for wherever freedom reigns and industry and honest enterprise are rewarded, the Greats shall triumph.

However, freedom must be perpetually defended, and stalwart statesmen can only exist in a context fought for and forged by soldiers of the soul-- those who readily turn away from fame and fortune so as to attend to their honor and the poetic pursuit of truth. Those common men of higher character who, though opposed by prevailing winds and tossed upon tempestuous seas, remain steadfastly loyal to the their art, steadfastly dedicated to uniting words and actions in holy matrimony. Thomas Jefferson, while contemplating the sacred source of freedom, penned, "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." And in pondering the diminished value of life lived without Truth and Honor, John Stuart Mill wrote, "War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things; the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks nothing worth a war, is worse. A man who has nothing which he cares more about than he does about his personal safety is a miserable creature who has no chance at being free, unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself." This is the same sentiment Mel Gibson expressed in Braveheart, when, as William Wallace, he said, "All men die, but some men never live." George Washington, during the twilight of the revolutionary war, when the American forces were all but victorious, declared, "The readiest way to procure a lasting and honorable peace is to be fully prepared to vigorously prosecute war." And Robert Frost, in contemplating the ultimate purpose of poetry, wrote, "Sometimes I have my doubts of words altogether, and I ask myself what is the place of them. They are worse than nothing unless they do something; unless they amount to deeds, as in ultimatums or battle-cries. They must be flat and final like the show-down in poker, from which there is no appeal. My definition of poetry (if I were forced to give one) would be this: words that become deeds."