Mark

things that make my robotic heart stir
*not my work



The measure of a person, of a hero, is how well they succeed at being who they are.
- Stephen McFeely, Christopher Marcus







O were my love yon Lilac fair,
Wi’ purple blossoms to the Spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing!
How I wad mourn when it was torn
By Autumn wild, and Winter rude!
I wad sing on wanton wing,
When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. 
- Robert Burns