Notes from the ethereal grid

Alex Emerson

At early dawn, Sir Roger Ascham said it best:
We know that truth is morning, night is rest.
​Nature is soft where oft' God fails; the
cormorant flies, and love prevails. 

Yes. Homer, Plato said it all; Shakespeare said it
all again. Now, Internet! Celufone! Faxomail!
Modemfart! Saying anything at all is no longer an
art! Who will bring it to the stage? Who will bring
it to the page? 

Nature is soft where oft' God fails; the
cormorant flies and love prevails. So
what is your acknowledgement? To
darkness, thou must close the lid, and
join us on the ethereal grid!