clerisy \KLER-uh-see\, noun: The well educated class; the intelligentsia.
Clerisy is from German Klerisei, "clergy," from Medieval Latin clericia, from Late Latin clericus, "priest," from Late Greek klerikos, "belonging to the clergy," from Greek kleros, "inheritance, lot," in allusion to Deuteronomy 18:2 ("Therefore shall they have no inheritance among their brethren: the LORD is their inheritance, as he hath said unto them").
in clumsy oaf mode, I've broken the door, because I lost my temper when the keypad didn't work for the umpty-umpth time, and smacked (I only smack inanimate objects) it, putting a hand-shaped dent in the cheap, hollow plywood piece of crap they call a door.
I just went to kevin's office, and told him to let me know how much a replacement cheap, hollow plywood piece of crap they call an excuse for a door will be.
As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another. - Proverbs 27:17
I'm glad I have the loved ones I do.
Words by Robert Hunter; music by Jerry Garcia.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music Would you hold it near as it were your own?
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they're better left unsung I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air
Ripple in still water When there is no pebble tossed Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty If your cup is full may it be again Let it be known there is a fountain That was not made by the hands of men
There is a road, no simple highway Between the dawn and the dark of night And if you go no one may follow That path is for your steps alone
You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone If you should stand then who's to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home
