Sunday, December 23, 2012
The WORD is my compass; I am not lost.
It inspireth pastoral contemplation; it stilleth my mind's unruly waters.
Words restore my tired soul: they lead me through the stacks of the library for a term's sake.
Yea, though I tap the keyboard in the shadow of Google, I will fear no machine: for words are in me; their rhythm and logic comfort me.
I prepare special terminology in the interests of understanding and anoint my keyboard with tea; my cup runneth over.
Surely words without MT shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell with books and good words in abundance.
Posted by Kevin Lossner at 2:02 AM