----- Original Message ----- From: Roger Pye (in part)
> "Energy!" he said softly but > forcefully. "That's it, isn't it? Energy from the soil, from the sun, > from the rain, from the very air itself. And from me, from within me. > That's important, isn't it?" > > When the man reached home, he went into his study, lit the oil lamp and > took from its crowded shelves a manuscript which he laid on the desk > open at the next blank page. Plucking the quill pen from its holder, he > dipped it into an inkwell, shook it to clear a drop from the end, wrote > a few words on the page, blotted it carefully and left the room. > > The words sparkled in the beam from the lamp. "Today I learned about > BD500." Below them a small r entwined with an s. > > roger > WOW! you do write nice!!! thanks for this - from all of us I bet. Lloyd Charles
