mhb@mtx5a.UUCP (q) (06/18/86)
The explorer lost in the dry and barren wilderness stumbles upon a trail which leads him to the knowledge that he knows nothing and drinking from this well of truth he is contented in his sadness ... drifting, drifting, drifting in a sea of nothingness carried off by a sudden wave of nostalgia he longs for the good times to be remembered but never revisited surrounded by the hazy images of good friends lost to time he is comforted in his solitude ... remembering, remembering, remembering until he remembers that it is all but a mirage and that he is alone in a desert dying of thirst. - mhb/explorer, philosopher and software developer at large