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!