Prodigal brothers in arms

"Are we so different?"
younger brother calls to elder.
"We both know the old dodderer
means well, but you've got to
admit He's a bit misguided.
We've got brains, we've got time -
let's go, see what we can do!"

"Are you kidding?!"
rejoined the elder.
"We have a real base here! It's true
the Old Man is a bit tiresome, but
this farm's a solid investment!
Soon He'll die, and we can run things
the way they should be done! Or at least
not pretend so much…"

So the younger ran out one way
and threw away his lot, while
the other toiled and strained and
worked long years on
his share of the plot.

And all the while the Father grieved
for the day His two lost sons would
come back to His heart, and Home.

like a child…

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm a big kid now!" exclaimed the lad, straining under the weight of a big box of this-and-that. His Father smiled knowingly to Himself. The more he changed, the more he seemed to stay the same. "But he is growing," He said to himself. "And becoming more like his Brother every day."
And then there was a crash and a cry from down the hall, and the Father rushed to clean up the newly-created mess of boy and bric-à-brac.

Keep turning the pages…

When she had got to the third page [of another story] and come to the end, she said, "That is the loveliest story I've ever read or ever shall read in my whole life. Oh, I wish I could have gone on reading it for ten years. At least I'll read it over again."
But here part of the magic of the Book came into play. You couldn't turn back. The right-hand pages, the ones ahead, could be turned; the left-hand pages could not.
... "It was about a cup and a sword and a tree and a green hill, I know that much. But I can't remember, and what shall I do?"'

--C.S. Lewis, "Voyage of the Dawn Treader"

New blog!

In contrast to life, there hasn't been much happening here of late. Sorry!

However, I have just started a blog relating to the Research Project I've started at Swinburne.

You can read about what I'm doing over at The GLoo Factory. It assumes a fair amount of programming knowledge, so apologies if it doesn't make any sense :)

A.

Time for Blogging

I really don't know how some people find the time to write decent-sized, quality blog posts on a regular basis. I have plenty of ideas and think "ooh, that would make a great blog post"; more often than not, however, they either end up in a drafts folder never to be seen again, or they are soon forgotten about.

How do they do it?

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