The old feudal castle of Loches in the Tourraine of France was long a prison, a labyrinthine donjon of vaulted corridors, spiral staircases, pitiless torture chambers: "Scratched in a window-embrasure by some hand in Gothic days--said to have been that of the chronicler of Louis XI -- 'Dixisse me aliquando paenituit, tacuisse nunquam.' [I have sometimes repented of speaking, never of holding my tongue.] "
- Did Socrates say "Know Thyself", or was he misunderstood, as all are. Show Thyself is all we can do. The knowing is unknowable. I am filled with joy. It can't be helped.
Became a Farmer, Builder, Musician, Tank Commander, Librarian, Lawyer and Minister. I have failed at many things. And now retired. Filled, just filled, with Joy.