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On Tue, 7 Oct 2008 07:30:38 -0500, "Wolfgang" wrote:


As others have challenged you to shed some light on anything at all.

You know or understand nothing of shedding light.

Perhaps. But how is one to evaluate an evidently sincere attempt at a
truthful factual statement from one who has provided so few examples over
the course of several years?

You have convinced
yourself and perhaps a few others that you are some brilliant star in a
world of mere incandescent lamps when you are nothing but a waning moon,
a lifeless, barren speck of dust, oh-so-close but never quite in contact
with the lively little planet you are doomed to orbit until it is your
time to expire, as meekly as you have lived, in a cosmic event over
which you have no control or real understanding.

Oh my, what a lovely metaphor! But it isn't quite clear whether you
consider my anticipated demise to be a cosmic event in and of itself which,
though highly flattering, is laying it on a bit thick, I think, or merely
the result of one that is rapidly approaching, which leads one, quite
naturally, to wonder what you know that you aren't telling the rest of us.
In any case, the premise stated early in this poetic flight, to the effect
that I've enjoyed some success in convincing myself and/or others of one
thing or another, has little to support it.....or at least very little that
I've been made aware of.

You shed no light and
produce nothing, and you never will because you simply haven't the
material to do so.

Pretty much what I've been saying about you here for a number of years.
Readers will decide for themselves, as you have. But there's the rub. You
don't believe what you just wrote......or much of the other crap that has
preceded it over the years......so why should anyone else?

You are nothing more than a target for whatever
illumination might wander your way.

A target for illumination. Hm..... A worthy goal. More than I ever
aspired to.

Oh, to be sure, I freely admit that I do look at such objects on
occasion,

Noblesse oblige.

but it is only for my own purposes,

Unlike the vast constellation of everything else you do, huh?

knowing full well that the
information gleaned from doing so is not provided by the object itself
because it cannot provide even its own illumination...it is nothing more
than a sad, waning little Chihuahua moon...

ouch. Love hurts.

Imbecile.

Wolfgang