I’m now communicating to you without the help of MicroSoft or Windows; yay! It will take me a while to get used to Linux but, thankfully, it’s not me who’s in charge of the switch-over. My better half is doing most of the hard work. I just had to make sure all my important stuff was backed up in a portable format. Easier said than done but I think I did okay (fingers crossed).
Here is a poem I just found that I like very much. It works best if you read it out loud:
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oilCrushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soilIs bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.And for all this, nature is never spent;There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;And though the last lights off the black West wentOh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —Because the Holy Ghost over the bentWorld broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.