“The Biggest Problem in Communication
Is the Illusion That It Has Taken Place”
“A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard
A voice singing on a March Eve like this,
And followed half awake and half asleep,
Until she came into the Land of Faery,
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,
Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,
Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
And she is still there, busied with a dance
Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood,
Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.” -W.B. Yeats
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!