Beauty, Truth, and Incoherent Commentary: Verse 1

For Verse 1, what better to do than swipe a sonnet from a really good poet?

On His Blindness, by John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."

So the moral of the story is when you drink yourself blind, don't feel guilty about laying about doing nothing the next day?

Ignatius, Ignatius! We miss you Ignatius!

Never heard of Ignatius P. Dufreis?  Nicknamed Puffus, I believe he was made to "disappear" from history.

Granted, he did not lead the most disciplined of lifestyles.  But then, I don't know: why did the author of that testimony suffer such distress and eventually commit suicide?

But this world is full of thieves and liars.  We don't deserve you, Ignatius.