Wednesday, October 08, 2008

3D Genetic Algorithms - Abstract Nº68



Poor, homely, unloved things beside the way,
That strive in voiceless ignominy, still
Undaunted though downtrodden, to fulfill
Your appointed purpose! Patient the long day
Ye take the buffetings of scornful clay,
Sustained by that small portion of God's dew
Which thick-strewn dust permits to fall on you.
And live where finer herbs must wilt away.
Have ye too, dreams of better things to be?
Of worlds in which the crooked shall be straight,
Where all that are in bondage shall be free,
And lifted up all those of low estate?
Where, to the thought that knows the potent seeds,
Weeds shall be e'en as flowers, flowers as weeds.

William Herbert Carruth, "Weeds".

6 comments:

Deb said...

Looks like some colorful garland got tangled in yet another cactus.

•♥•♥[V]♥•♥• said...

i second deb..it's lovely

Moflo said...

It's beautiful! (and the poem goes along perfectly....)
Definitely one of my favorites! :)

Will Doohan said...

Your Sputniks have evolved into multi-spiked creatures, and they have found a space based coral reef type ecology of there own to call home.

runnerfrog said...

Yes, Will, on your dimensional backyard.

Deb, you are obsessed.

Thanks Megs!

Deb said...

Deb, you are obsessed.

I know, I guess I have to attend some sort of therapy group.

Help meeeeeeeeeee!

There, I got that out. I'm fine now :D

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